When he left the hospital, Teddy used his metamorphmagus powers to disguise himself again. However, holding someone else's face for that long required a lot of concentration and it left Teddy mentally exhausted. He didn't feel up to facing people, especially people who would expect him to talk. So, instead of returning to the Grimmauld or his grandmother's, he decided to return to the werewolf forest where it was less likely he would be required to socialize.

Given the weekend so far, he just wanted to call it an early night. However, Lilith's funeral and the visit to the hospital had left him wired. The type of wired that made it hard to concentrate without actually giving him any energy. He needed something to wind down and he wouldn't say no to a little more alcohol-induced oblivion, the next morning be damned.

It was an open secret where the Alpha kept his booze and almost as widely known that the lock opened with an easy 'Alohomora.' Conveniently for Teddy, the Alpha's liquor cabinet was located in the pack's clubhouse. Since he lived in one of the rooms upstairs, he could just grab a beer on his way up.

However, when Teddy entered the clubhouse, he found that he was not alone. Kamya and the pack-healer were both sitting on the picnic-style tables that made up most of the ground floor. By the light of their flickering candle, he could see that the healer was bent over a deep gash in Kamya's shoulder. How had Kamya gotten that? It definitely hadn't been from her day job.

Kamya winced at something the old woman did, and then looked up at Teddy. Teddy shuffled his feet in indecision, not wanting to raid the alcohol with witnesses and not sure what to say to Kamya about... Well, anything. She seemed mixed up in both of his cases and not to mention Lilith and Kamya had been close. They shared a stare across the room until Kamya flinched again and let out a long sigh."Go get some beer. I won't tell as long as you get me some too."

The old witch looked up from Kamya's shoulder and raised an eyebrow that crinkled the thick wrinkles of her forehead. Otherwise, she said nothing and returned to her work. Teddy did not know much about the healer except that she was not a werewolf and was one of the few wizards that the alpha trusted. Considering their secret was still kept, Teddy had to believe that trust was warranted. Whether or not the Alpha would hear about pilfered Alcohol was another matter, though.

Teddy needed a beer too much to care about the healer at this point. He grabbed a glass for both Kamya and himself and sat down beside her. Kamya was a middle-aged Indian woman who usually looked put together but today she just looked worn out, especially around the eyes. Noticing his stare, she tipped her glass wearily towards him in a sort of half salute. Both drank their beers silently as the healer finished addressing Kamya's wound.