Williams was indeed there, as Aileen had suspected, alone at a table with a book and a stack of parchment, although she wasn't working. She was just sitting there, looking lost and forlorn and, well, pretty fucking pathetic.
Aileen sat in the chair opposite her. "Williams."
Eveline looked up. "Mmm?"
"I made that potion so we'd get rid of some of these stupid fucking hormones. You're absolutely pathetic. You can tell me it's none of my business if you like, and I'm sure you will because you obviously know so much better than I do, sitting here all alone with your eyes all bloodshot and salt-burned, but I'm going to say it anyway and you will listen." She leaned forward slightly. "You're miserable when he's not around, and he's miserable when you're not around. You love him and he loves you. Now tell me where your fucking problem is."