"Whew!" Mary stepped out of the kitchen with a glass of water while wiping her brow. "I'm such a forgetful cook! Uh... Peggy said she let you in - how are you feeling? Oh! I realize I don't even know your name!"
"It's Joe." the man says as he started to rise from the sofa before pausing and lowering back down. "I'm sorry to impose like this, but I'm just feeling so dizzy all of a sudden. I guess I really clonked my head before the airbag went off or something." He takes the offered liquid and chugs half with his eyes closed, giving Mary a chance to fully look him over. He's actually somewhat handsome, with dark brownish-black hair and light blue eyes. Slightly on the lean-and-pale side, like he spends most of his time indoors, but at least six-feet-tall, judging from how he fills one half of her small couch.
Mary waves off his apology, making sure he knows that it's no trouble at all. "Adrenaline will mask most injuries for a while, but you should definitely get checked out! I'll grab some medicine from the bathroom - which do you prefer? Tylenol? Ibuprofen? You should probably go to the urgent care or ER just to be sure, but I'm sure some painkillers in the meantime won't hurt."
"Tylenol would be great, thanks. My head is really starting to pound!" Joe leaned back, gingerly resting his head against a fluffy decorative pillow. He watched through squinted eyes as Mary headed towards the bedroom, wondering where Peggy had disappeared to - hadn't she said she was just going to change and would be out in a moment? He hadn't had a chance to ask her why she'd been wearing a mask, but what with covid and women's skin-care-routines... thinking about it was only causing his head to hurt more, so he gratefully closed his eyes once more and tried to quiet his mind.
Meanwhile, Mary located the bottle in the medicine cabinet in her bathroom and shook two pills into her palm, hustling back through her bedroom to deliver the relief to Joe. As she passed the box of vials on her dresser, she suddenly thought to see if there were any potions that might help to ease his aching head. Flicking through the options, a thread of doubt tried to creep up her spine, niggling her conscious that using magic on someone involuntarily might not be exactly ethical, but at that moment she spied a Strength vial, right next to one with a symbol of a bandage. 'One of these should heal him, I'm sure!" she thought, excited to try another aspect of the box's mystical power. "Plus he'll save a ton by not having to see a doctor!" Having just experienced the Vials' efficacy, Mary squashed any previous qualms and carried the two vials into the kitchen to refill his water and decide which to use.