Jeff

Jeff looks at Jane, taken back by her directness. "I... uh... I" he swallows once, and then lowers his voice, as if there was anyone around to hear. "I know that magic is real- I knew it before tonight... I... my wife's uncle taught me some spells. If we have gold and silk and silver, I should be able to cast a spell that could heal Jack."

Jeff swallows again, hoping that Jane believes him.