Yes, it will calm her nerves.

Pan looked down at the bowl as it was offered to her. The color of the bowl darkened its contents, but the signature pink of the paesca was unmistakable. It smelled sour, with a smoky tinge to it. The knot in her stomach persisted. A few sips and it would go away, she was sure.

That's what it was for, to make it easier.

Pan took the bowl from Mollina and put it to her lips, drinking in the pungent mixture. It tasted like it smelled, stinging the back of her throat and making her eyes water. She coughed and sputtered, much to the amusement of the surrounding witches. Mollina then took a sprig of Celladryn's own branches and tied it gently into Pan's hair, tucking it behind her ear.

"May Celladryn keep you, and guide you," Mollina said. The other witches repeated her words. Pan looked up at the great tree and wondered if He would, or even could do that sort of thing. She had always known the tree as a passive entity, not an active guardian. But what could she know? She still had a long way to go before she could even begin to scratch the surface of that magical mystery.

It was then that the rest of the ceremony became a blur. The silks became heavy and uncomfortably warm. Pan's face began to tingle. The birds in the trees were singing the loveliest songs. She turned and saw Tythere, and wondered if she kissed all of her scars, would they disappear forever?

Pan was distracted from her musings by Mollina painting the seal of Binding between her breasts. It tickled, and her nipples hardened in arousal. She knew the seal meant something, but she could not for the life of her remember what. It was as if her mind was covered in a thin layer of fuzz, but her body was warm and wet and alive.

Mollina pulled her into a kiss. Then Illyna. Then the others. Lorelai and Tythere too. They were speaking to her, but she could not understand them. Still, their voices dripped over her like honey. Their kisses were sweet and inviting. She wanted to stay forever, kissing and touching and listening to their honey-voices.

But all good things must come to an end.

“Go on now, sweet one," Mollina cooed. "He's waiting for you. Find him."

Gently, Pan was turned by her shoulders in the direction of the forest. One foot, then the other. The grass crinkled beneath her feet. One step. Two steps. Three steps. The witches faded behind her, until nothing but forest remained.