Huh. Kinda sounds like an inconsequential use for a potent magical item.

[ But hey, witches gonna witch. Derek relinquishes the plant, wiping his hand off on his sweats and then giving his hand a tentative sniff. Unsurprisingly, it's still disgusting. God, cool, now he needs new skin. ]

Wouldn't have had to do that if they had a werewolf on staff. We can see in the dark, we can hear through walls. Less said about our senses of smell, the better.

[ He's - ah - complained about that enough today. ]