"Thank you, Connor." Godric nods at the boy and takes the robe, glad to see him take the initiative to pull Wes out of the house. Even Godric's patience has its limits, and they're sorely tested in situations like this. He can easily imagine that Faith is nearly ready to throw the remains of the bottle at Wes's retreating head.

Prying the last sliver of glass from Faith's hand as gently as possible, Godric quickly wraps it in a bandage before throwing Faith's robe over her shoulders and tucking it around her.