Credence watched as the liquid was tipped down Caoimhe's throat as she slept. Mr. Scamander stoked her throat to force her to swallow, then sat back.

The result was immediate.

The bruises faded. She began to fill out, her bones repairing themselves. Her face began to regain color, her lips turning a soft pink. It wasn't long until she looked like her old self. Credence brushed a strand of hair away from her forehead. She was beautiful when she slept.

Slowly, without knowing why, Credence pressed his lips up against hers. This kiss was like a sweet sigh of relief. Her lips were soft, and he could taste strawberries. It felt like thousands of fireworks were going off inside him.

He pulled back slowly, treasuring every feature of her.

Caoimhe's eyelashes fluttered delicately before she opened her beautiful blue eyes. She glanced around the room for a second before her eyes landed on Credence. She gasped, and Credence wanted to leap for joy, not just because she was alive and well, but because she could breathe freely again. She stood for the first time in months. Her legs wobbled a bit, and Credence reached out to steady her. She took a few tentative steps forward before grinning. "I can walk again!" she sighed. She stared at her reflection in the glass, happy to see her old self staring back at her. Caoimhe turned to Credence, a goofy grin etched into her face.

Their lips met, and for the first time in months, they shared a proper kiss.