[Recapping, from last log (10/06/2001)]

Rina's eyes widen, and she clearly restrains herself from moving, or flinching. "Okay," she says very softly, "we're all friends here. Yi, it's all right. This is Owen. He's a friend."

Three-Blades would yelp, were it not her windpipe and jugular are being squished by a hefty human hand. Forced to stare eye to eye with Owen, the Gnawer at this point is not in much of a position to argue, nor in the right physical ability to really attack. She's the first to blink, gently lifting a claw and pulling off Owen's hand from her throat. The Gnawer gives a vague rolling growl of recognition.

Owen nods just once, still scowling but satisfied. He turns to Dane. "That how you fucking heal a bleeding lung." He then goes to fetch his knife.

Rina lets out a held breath, and steps back. "Glabro, Yi, so you can tell me all about this clusterfuck?" She watches the Gnawer closely. "You just hang tight, and I'll go up and grab you somethin' to put on. Aright?" She glances to Dane. "And maybe I can show you out."

Dane nods. "Looks like it's in hand here."

Rina pins Diz with a Look. "Don't go anywhere. I'll be back."

Dizzy looks over to Rina, "Um, I could grab some clothes from my room for her. I've got some sweats that Sophie borrows sometimes."

Three-Blades flattens her ears back, looking at the rags around her and smelling the blood. Her blood. That just disturbs the Gnawer even more, as she tries to piece together just what in the hell happened.

Rina narrows her eyes slightly. "Big enough for Yi in Glabro? You do that. And show Mr. Morningstar here the door. We'll be callin'. Then you come right back down here. Cause I for one wanna know what the fuck happened."

Rina lets out another sigh, as a trickle betrays the still-running hot water. "Jesus FUCK," she snaps irritably, stalking over to turn it off.

Dizzy nods and heads up the stairs to fetch the clothes.

Three-Blades is left pretty much on her own, standing in her own small puddle of red. Finally getting it in mind to shift down, she walks without much wobble towards the tub. The hot water in it rather appealing to what remaining aches she might have left in her.

Owen gathers his knife, checks it, sees it's still in one piece, then goes back to check on Yi and her progress to the tub.

Rina helps the Glabro with a hand on her elbow, to steady her balance. "Easy. There ya go," she murmurs.

Yi sinks into the tub gratefully, allowing a sigh to escape her dry, bloodcrusted lips. At this point she'd almost just completely immerse herself in the warm water. An eye slits back open and looks towards Rina briefly.

Owen finds himself a place to sit. His knife is still out and he's checking the blade much more closely than before.

Rina takes a deep breath, and leans against the wall. "Yi... can you try to talk? To remember what happened?"

Yi washes part of her face, feeling the blood and grime fall away like thin veils with the water. Rina's question gets a short sniff, as the Gnawer thinks. Good thing she's sitting in the tub. Thinking on her feet at this time, isn't a great notion. Her answering tone is quiet, a little hoarse with the gunk inside her. "Was cornered... didn't shift. Dizzy was there... made her run. Tried to get away, but there was a gun. Kicked the gun, leader was shot... and then I was. And..." Yi stops there. She shakes her head, not remembering what else happened after. "Woke up here."

Rina nods slowly. "I'm glad you're aright," she says quietly. "And that there isn't any Veil trouble. You should know that one of 'em is loose... the rest were taken out. John's goin' to track down the last guy and take care of it, but until then you gotta lam it. Lay low."

Owen finds a nick on the blade as well as the tip of the knife having been blunted, causing him to frown. He pulls out a small whetting stone. "No one shifted in sight? John, Dizzy? Didn't get there until late myself."

Yi shakes her head a bit more. "Need money... have to find a job." She blinks a few times, dully. "There were four... and one followed Dizzy. Is he dead? Is she hurt?"

Rina glances toward the doorway. "Dizzy's okay. Not sure if she took hers down. She's up lookin' for some clothes for you."

Owen drags the stone over his knife, still scowling.

John comes in from the rec room, and then the lobby, standing at the top of the basement steps. "Mel doesn't know who the guys were, based off all I can give her. Reckons she might know the guy whose neck I snapped. Wannabe player, possibly, but there's a thousand of 'em around. I'm gonna go run and see if I can hunt down dizzy's man, or the other guy none of us grabbed. Cops already got someone. I guess we'll find out who, in the papers." His mouth twists ruefully. "I still don't have an insider with the police."

Yi answers stiffly towards Owen, his voice sparking some inner feeling of self-consciousness. "No.. no shifting. Might have been seen..." The Gnawer swallows dryly and leans her head back against the tub. "Stupid... it was stupid. Didn't check for guns..." Her language gradually switches towards her native one, though the general tone is obvious that she's berating herself for all the trouble she keeps causing.

"Easy, Song Yi," Rina murmurs. John's voice draws her attention, and she straightens away from the wall, pacing halfway up the stairs. "Yi's okay," she says quietly. "Sent Diz up to get some stuff, haven't talked to her yet. No Veil breach on Yi's side of things, so we should be clear except for someone ID'ing Yi and Diz." Her expression is tight, her eyes dark, as she searches his face.

Owen drags the stone a couple more times over the blade, almost doing so meditatively, but cuts himself short when John speaks up. He puts both items away and stands back up. "I'll help you root this guy up."

John inclines his head in acknowledgement to Owen, as he moves into the infirmary. "We'll only have their scents. They're probably long gone, and my girl said the cops have someone. But we can still hunt until I can find some way of getting some names. When I have names, I can find them." He looks to Yi and says something lowly and smoothly in Cantonese. A slight smile twitching at the corners of his mouth as he finishes. He looks back to Owen and jerks his head. "We'd better go. Scents don't last long in the city."

From afar, John's words are reassuring in tone, at least. "{Rest easy, Song Yi Ling. You did as I would've done. If less lethal. We should get you some more training. I'll show you how it's done.}"

Owen tugs his jacket. "Yeah," he says flatly. He doesn't quite have the get up and go, yet, instead watching Rina for a moment.

Yi comes to the conclusion that she's been enough of a burden. Her wounds have healed, and only the fleeting feelings of dizziness from blood loss washing over her on occassion. She starts to get up from the tub, using her form's strength to lift herself to at least half-standing. Water dripping off of her she stops momentarily to let a passing feeling blow over, replying back at John in a gruff voice. And then she proceeds to step back out of the tub, apparently oblivious about her unclothed state.

Long distance to John: Yi isn't exactly in the best of mood. "{I'll keep ending up in trouble, and being a burden to you and your tribe. I'll always be in debt. I'm sick of being in the gutter, and I'm not fuckin' going to lie around in another man's bathtub anymore.}"

Rina paces down again at John's side, tense and quiet. She nods curtly to John, without looking up. "I'll be here when you get back. Gonna stay with her." Pacing over to the side of the tub, she moves to steady the Glabro's balance--and partially block her from view. Only a flicker of something in her eyes betrays the inner chaos of emotions, as she looks over her shoulder to the Glasswalker. She says something to him in Italian: 'Be careful, tesoro.' Then, with a look to Owen to include him, she offers her more usual words of farewell: "Watch your backs."

Long distance to the room: Yi points out, scar after scar after scar... most of them look like they're from knives of various sorts, some from a bullet, some from whips, more from other sharpish objects. Heaviest around her wrists, ankles and neck; those look like they're from chains though, burned like brands. Covered in 'em, front and back. And a particularly shaped one is on her shoulderblade, though you'd have to go behind to see it. Looks like a symbol. Cattle brand like, don'tcha love it.

John pages to the room: Mmm vampire capture.

Owen pages to the room: Fun.

Rina pages to the room: Hey. It's almost as interesting as seeing Rina naked!

Owen inclines his chin a little. "Catch me sometime," he says to Rina, then proceeds to head to the stairs and up.

John steps over to Rina, and touches a hand to her arm, as he leans down to murmur softly in her ear, "Shh. They earnt this. Us or them. I'll be careful." then kiss her on the cheek. He snaps something irritatedly in Cantonese again at Yi, as he turns, and starts to move out, after Owen.

Rina's brow furrows a little at the Get's words, but she doesn't attempt to answer. She returns John's kiss on the cheek, distractedly.

John pages: It's short, and to the point. "{Quit your whining. Your complaints and the company you keep are all that keep you from being one of us.}"

Yi looks up briefly at John's snap, eyes finding the ahroun's a moment before lowering and looking away. The Gnawer looks distracted and swipes off some wet hair from her field of vision as she replies to him.

You paged John with 'Equally short, but with a less confident, "{Right... whatever you say.}"

John doesn't acknowledge the words. Merely follows after Owen, murmuring about a side-alley they can use to shift, when they get outside.

Rina lets out a breath, looking pained. "Easy, Yi. Just rest. D'you want any help? How's the pain?"

Yi waves off part of what help she might elicit from the kin. "I'm fine," she replies a little more gruff than usual. Then realizing who is in her company, the Gnawer adds a shortly apologetic. "I'm sorry."

Rina shakes her head minutely. "Don't worry about it. Just take one of the cots, for now? I'll talk to Diz upstairs, so you can get some rest."

Yi looks over herself, cleaned from the blood around her. To Rina she nods once, swallowing hard. "Thank you. For the trouble, I'm sorry again." The growling English moderated with apology and modesty, the newmoon bows her head before moving back towards the infirmary to lie down on a not-stained cot.

Rina shakes her head, moving to put a sheet over the Gnawer after she lies down. "It's okay," she murmurs. Her eyes, haunted, study Yi's face in this alien form--no, not her face, not her features. Just the eyes and what might lay behind them. "We'll talk about it, later. 'Kay?"

Yi curls up some, nodding once to the kin. "Ok," she answers with a small whisper. Her eyes hold more than her voice, having lost some of the shine in them either from her physical state or something deeper within. Then she breaks off the gaze and turns over to face the wall, closing her eyes to fall asleep again.

Rina swallows. "Song Yi..." Her lips press together, and she reaches out to touch the girl's shoulder; at the last moment the gesture is aborted, pulled away into a fist. She turns her face away, averting her eyes from the sight of those scars. "I'll be back. I'll... be here, if you need me." Then she leaves, closing the infirmary door behind her.

You paged Rina with 'Well later, Rina'll discover that Yi doesn't sleep well at all. Nightmares, and all that good stuff.'.

An hour or two later she returns, slipping in silently and curling up on one of the cots. When the more vocal nightmares start, she crawls out of bed to wake Yi, taking her gently by the shoulder and murmuring to her. "You're safe, Song Yi. Safe. You're dreaming. Only a dream. Safe here."

Yi's wild nightmares barely begin and end it seems, her words a mix and jumble of gibbering and protest in her native language, muffled screams and growled sounds similar to the Garou tongue. When she's woken up, the Gnawer jolts up and looks about with wild eyes at first. Only when the setting turns into a more familiarly safe area, coupled with Rina's soft words, that the newmoon's voice fades to a small whimper and shaking of her head.

[The Following RP occured, While Yi Was Sleeping...]

Dizzy nods, glancing over as she walks over to Rina. "Hey," she says quietly to the kin.

Rina takes the armload of clothes, and leads Diz into the rec room. "Come siddown," she says quietly. "I'll take these down in a bit." Her mood seems much darker, and much more sober, than it was before Diz went upstairs. She drops onto one of the couches, elbows on knees, the pile of sweats beside her. "Aright. Just start at the beginning. Tell me what happened."

Dizzy looks behind her before sitting down in the chair accross from Rina. "Okay. I was walking down Reagan, right, and I pass by that abandoned lot, where I see this gang of kids doing something. I didn't want any trouble, so I pretended that I didn't even notice them. You know, so they might not even notice me. But then I heard them shouting about raping whoever they were attacking, so I got their attention and told 'em all that I had called the cops and they'd better run. Then I realized it was Yi and she yelled for me to take off, which I did. Only one of the boys followed me and I took him down, but not before he fucking stabbed me in the arm. That's when I heard the gunshots and I ran back over. By that time, John had arrived."

Rina looks up to watch the girl speak. "How many were there? Just the four?" Her expression is taut, focused.

"Four or five," the cub says, rubbing her hands together. "I didn't get that good of a look," she admits.

Rina nods slowly, glancing down. "Good idea to stay off the streets, then. We didn't account for at least one, maybe two. I took one down, John got another one, and there was the guy you dropped before we got there..."

Looking at her feet, Dizzy adds, "And the guy that I chased into the alley." Rina glances up. "You killed him?"

The dark eyes are narrowed, still, focused on a clear account of the events.

Dizzy shakes her head. "No, I left him for the police to pick up. He was just some punk. Did I have to kill him?"

Rina's brow furrows slightly in incredulity; she gives Diz a skeptical look. "Well. Didn't he /see/ you poppin' a cap in one of his friends? Don'tcha think he might give a sob story to the police that fucks over you and Yi?"

Dizzy shakes her head, "I didn't shoot anybody."

Rina's brow furrows. "But you fucked up one of his pals, right? There was one of 'em down and moanin', when I showed up. Guy who stabbed you, I guess."

"I just knee'd that guy in the crotch then kicked him in the ribs a couple of times before I heard the gun shots and took off," Dizzy explains.

Rina chews on her lower lip, trying to piece it all together. "And then they shot Yi, and you came back?"

Dizzy nods and answers simply, "Uh-huh."

[End your Time Warp to the past. Skip to the After Yi Woke Up, and Fell Back Asleep. This is During John and Owen's Side Trip]

Walker Safe House(#2832RAJL)
Contents:
Dizzy
Rina
Obvious exits:
Basement Stairway Out

Sepdet does indeed knock at the door, steeling her expression to vague pleasantry, just in case.

The late hour means that knock can't really be random; Rina glances over toward the lobby, and then stands and heads for the door. She checks the camera, and then instantly looks relieved and opens the door. The girl looks tense, tired, and her eyes are shadowy. "It's aright," she tells Sepdet. "She's okay."

Dizzy leans back in her seat and starts to study the ceiling.

Tatt slouches at her elder's side, hands in pockets as she eyes the sidewalk behind them. As the door opens, she turns a topaz stare towards the kinswoman, unreadable.

Sepdet rubs the back of her neck. "Well, she's not dead." Apparently this, for the Strider, is enough to alleviate most fears; she looks worried but not panicked. "I just wanted to know what's going on, and put her back together if she's in pieces. Can we come in?"

Rina's gaze shifts to the taller woman, and for a moment the tension flickers across her expression. Her dark gaze meets the Strider's lighter one for a long moment, and then she turns away, motioning them in. "Sure. I'll show you downstairs."

Sepdet shoots a sidelong look at Tatt, finding a bare smirk of amusement at her tribesmate's reception, then follows Rina silently inside.

Rina glances into the rec room. "Diz? Just gonna take one of Yi's friends downstairs... bring the clothes and stuff, aright?" Then she heads for the heavy door that leads down into the basement. Her body shields the code that she enters into the keypad, to unlock the door.

The lanky Galliard clears her throat dryly, moving her tattooed fingers through a series of complex motions within Sepdet's range of view. Squaring her shoulders, she then moves to shadow the Theurge at a silent distance, taking note of her surroundings.

"Okay," comes the Glass Walker cub's disconnected response from the chair.

Basement(#2835RJ)
Contents:
Obvious exits:
Stairs

Rina leads them down into a bare, empty room that seems forested by potted trees; there is a path through them to the second heavy door, and this time she just opens it.

The infirmary is dark, save for a single small nightlight plugged in by a white formica cabinet. The large form of Yi in Glabro lies covered by a sheet, in one of the beds, apparently sleeping.

Sepdet is startled by the potted plants, and actually distracted long enough to inspect one, stooping to sniff the earth in which it's growing. Curiousity written across her features, she hops to catch up, squeezing into the darkened room and stepping to one side. "What happened?" she asks very softly.

Tatt trails behind her elder at an easy pace, reaching out a scarred hand to touch a few of the saplings--seemingly in greeting--as she passes.

Yi is sleeping, fairly peacefully for this moment. Her glabro features visible from the sheet are clean save the scar running just under the hairline on her forehead. It's quite possible she's naked underneath that sheet. Wouldn't you know.

Pack> Leonard uses the link to ask a simple question, "Where are you?"

Rina lets out a slow breath. "Some kinda trouble with some street punks," she says, tight and quiet. "Shot her up pretty bad. Child of Gaia fixed her up. We think one of'em got away... John's out hunting with that Get. Owen."

Pack> Sepdet answers after a lengthy pause, 'The Glass Walkers' stronghold. I'm checking on her now.'

Tatt lifts her head at the tail end of Rina's explanation, but otherwise lurks silently just behind Sepdet. She eyes the interior of the next room, and whistles lowly.

Pack> Leonard says "I'll be there soon."

Sepdet grimaces at the report. "Humans," she mutters tiredly, and moves over to the bedside to set her hand next to the Gnawer's head. She doesn't touch, however, merely looks Yi over from this vantage.

Rina swallows. "She's... mostly okay, I think. This Coggie, Dane, he put her back together." Her voice is still soft, low.

Yi stirs, quietly, with the sound of voices. The movement from the Gnawer is slow, indicating she's still asleep as she turns.

Tatt moves to take Sepdet's place in the doorway, leaning a shoulder up against the frame. "What kinda punks?" Her gaze rests on the bedridden form, but her tone questions Rina.

Sepdet's brown fingers move in the air above Yi's cheek, as if stroking it. Then, reluctantly, she backs away, murmuring, "I should let her rest." Only now does she fully focus on the human.

Rina lets out a breath, wrapping both arms around herself. "The kid I capped was probably about seventeen. Diz said she... heard 'em talkin' it up, like they were gonna-- have some fun, and that's when she stepped in, told 'em she was gonna call the cops. Everybody scattered, Diz had a fight with one of'em, and that musta been when Yi got shot. Then a few of us heard the shots and came running, we showed up a little after that and tried to chase 'em all down."

The dark-skinned Galliard makes a noncommittal sound in the back of her throat, then rasps, "Normal rounds, hey?" A distracted hand digs into a pocket, and she pulls out something that looks vaguely like a tuning-fork as she watches the slumbering Glabro.

Sepdet grimaces at stray memories of her old city days, voice soft and irritable. "They're just stupid cubs. But dangerous." She shakes her head. "I suppose it's better they shoot us than some human who can't heal."

Rina glances to Tatt. "Yeah. Small caliber. Think she took one in the gut, one through the lung. Passed out pretty quick, lost a lotta blood." She doesn't offer any answer to Sepdet, but her lips tighten into a line. A deep breath, and she touches a hand to Sepdet's shoulder. "Sashi. You want I should go upstairs? Leave you alone for a bit?"

Yi twitches a bit more, as one per dreaming would be. The rollover she does bares her left shoulder to visibility. Amidst the myriad of scars that look like they're from whips and knives, is a crudely carved, thin ankh on her shoulderblade. The end of it ends with a twist, the stem of the cross forming an 'S' with the tip of it a small curled spiral.

You paged the room with 'Vampire clan marking knowing folks: Camarilla with a nice twist.'.

Sepdet closes her hand briefly over Rina's. "Looks like you could use rest yourself. Sure. I'll wait up and keep watch--" her head turns as Yi stirs, and her brows knit together into a deeper scowl.

Tatt clamps the tuning-form between her teeth, filling the infirmary room with a low, metallic *twang*. "..Your packmate's been branded, rhya," she notes lowly, between thrumming notes.

Rina turns away, slowly, and paces upstairs.

Sepdet's hands clench. "I'll wipe it clean," she says, sinking down to sit against the wall and wait. She eyes the tuning fork Tatt's holding with irritation. "What's that for?"

The Galliard twangs out another series of low, barely-audible notes: it's more a vibration in the air than anything else. "Ever heard that plants grow better around music, _brujeria_?" She steps into the infirmary proper, tilting her head at the unconcious form. "She's young," Tatt rasps.

Yi mumbles something incoherent, her stirring getting a little more twitchy. Owen is on his way down the stairs, his business out into town now down. Seeing Rina on her way up, he turns to one side to let her pass, although he mentions to her, "It's done."

Rina's head is bowed, until the door at the top of the steps opens; then she looks up. Relief floods her face, when Owen speaks--but all she does is nod. "Good." She presses her lips together and keeps going.

Sepdet says with a trace of irony, "Well, I am her elder." Her voice is still barely audible. "Plants yes, but the wounded need rest, y'know?"

Pack> Sepdet sends soothing wind-song over the packlink, apparently not directed towards Little Bear.

Owen continues on down the stairs in silence, looking for a certain dufflebag he had left here a previous night.

Yi finally twitches a few more times and settles again. . . Only to jolt awake with a gasp. Sheet clutched to her chest, wild eyes look around frantically before she realizes where she is again. It's then she realizes just how many people are in here.

Sepdet is on her feet immediately and moving towards her packmate's side, reaching for her arms. "Steady there, heya. You're in the shelter."

Tatt pockets the tuning fork as Yi awakens, deciding that the best place for her is to lurk in the doorway and watch.

Yi shivers with a small feeling of cold, Sepdet's warm hands settling over her cold skin a small comfort. Light brown eyes blink a few times, finding the shadowed figure by the doorway first before looking back to the theurge. "Sepdet? What are you..."

It's at that moment that Owen opens the door to the room and steps on in. He stops cold from his search for his dufflebag, which lies a little ways off, when he spies Tatt.

Sepdet gives Yi's arm a gentle squeeze, making sure not to touch anything damaged. "You didn't answer," she says softly. "I came l--" The door opening interrupts her train of thought, and she glances that way reflexively. The hulking Get silhouette brings a wariness back into her face, and her eyes dart once to Tatt before she turns her attention back to Yi. The Strider theurge moves to the head of the bed, so that she can keep half an eye on those in the doorway.

Tatt catches her elder's reaction a fraction of a second later, and glances back over her shoulder: recognition spins her around fully, her lanky frame suddenly wire-taut in the doorway.

Yi, awake now with the tension through the air, furrows her brow just barely before curling her knees up to her chest and making herself small. Wary eyes watch the two by the doorway.

Owen takes a step forward right up to Tatt, peering, no, glaring down at her just now, scowling all the while. "You are in my way," he states flatly. Oddly, she actually is, his big just opposite her.

Sepdet's hands move lightly to Yi's shoulders. For the first time she realizes her packmate has no clothes under the sheet, and that this may be a problem for the human-born, and she frowns faintly. But her voice is quiet, gentle. "Owen, Yi's resting in here. Is there something you need?"

Tatt lifts her chin at an almost cocky angle, eyes ablaze. "Hola t'you, too, _cabron_," she mutters, mouth twisting to show a few teeth in a parody of a smile.

Yi, suddenly conscious of her thinly veiled state, pushes off the infirmary bed with the sheet around her. Her eyes slowly move towards Sepdet and await some confirmation that things are safe.

Owen now ideed does hulk in front of Tatt, not shifting, mind, but suddenly looming, his heavy gaze now magnified by truer breeding and of something powerful that all except may Sepdet may suddenly realize. "I said move," he states again, very flatly yet emphatically.

Sepdet steps away from the bed and straightens, voice suddenly firm and commanding, her eyes impassive. "Enough. This pawing for position is getting in the way, and will lead to more pointless bloodshed. It must /end/. Both of you, find a Philodox and settle your grudges within the next moon." Her voice softens a little. "Owl-sister, give him room. Owen, you have my thanks for hunting the ones who hurt my packmate. But now, please, take what you need and go."

The Galliard's lip curls further, although the antagonistic gleam in her eyes falters visibly. She clenches her fists, staring up at the Get for a moment of internal struggle before wrenching herself away--head bowed, deferring to her elder's words. Muttering something indecipherable.

Yi backs up into the shadows, watching the whole scene in a distant manner. She looks to her side as she bumps something heavy, the tinkling of wood and metal inside Owen's duffelbag sounding. The Gnawer newmoon clutches the sheet closer to her and literally seems to melt into the darkness.

You have shifted to Homid form.

Owen steps on past the Galliard to retrieve his bag. Shouldering the strap, he straightens up and looks directly to Sepdet. "You fought long and hard to be Adren, probably harder than most because of your birth, Sepdet-rhya. You know where I am as Fostern here. There is no jockeying for position here, but the next time your 'anruth' steps up in disregard or violates another rule of this Sept, I won't call her to a Philodox. I'll call you, Sepdet-rhya, as she is your guest here."

Tatt grits her teeth and glowers at the Get from the other side of the small room, but holds her tongue.

Sepdet looks at Owen sharply. "You say she has disregarded rules. She did not know that rule, and having been told, she obeys it. If you do not think the matter settled, and wish to argue rules, then you take it to the half-moons, and stop dragging the same shit around over and over."

Yi continues her silent vigil through the room, completely shadowed by anything else except the white sheet loosely draped over her form. She doesn't even move when Owen gets his bag, frozen solid in her place. Might as well be a statue, the newmoon.

Summer appears at the edge of the doorway--looking into the infirmary room without entering. A watching, silent shadow.

Owen sneers at that. "I drag nothing. And if she is ignorant of the Litany, then I won't bother with pity. You know what I'm talking about. Sepdet-rhya." The honorific is given with a bow of the head, then he turns to head back the way he came.

Summer draws quickly out of the way, staring at him as he walks out.

Sepdet's expression locks into place. Quite obviously, there is more to be said on the matter, but she lets it be for now, since others are more pressing. Silently she turns back to her packmate.

Tatt grunts quietly, the air leaving her lungs as soon as Owen exits. She frowns darkly, as though to say something to her elder--but stops as she sees the connection between packmates. With a shake of her dreadlocked head, the Galliard turns to lope out of the room. Some things should be dealt with in their proper time.

Yi's eyes are the only things that move when Summer's shadow appears in the doorway. She completely misses Sepdet's gaze as she watches people come and go from the infirmary.

As Tatt leave too, Summer walks quietly back into a corner of the outer room; her head is bowed, and her hands reach down to touch the leaves of all those plants.

Sepdet sags visibly, but manages to find a trace of humor in her voice, probably with effort. "Storm's passed, Salmon-bones. You okay? Sorry about that."

Leonard comes down the stairs, trying not to be noisy even in clunky boots. He gets out of Tatt's way and spies Summer through the baby trees, then moves towards the door himself, only allowing a quick peek and an encouraging smile to the girl in the dark corner.

Yi still doesn't make much sound at all, the silence filling the room near tangible. Body and face still shadowed in a cloak of darkness, the Gnawer newmoon seems to be just fine. For a statue with no intention of moving anywhere else in cause it happens to cause more trouble.

Summer glances over her shoulder, and shakes her head at Leonard quickly--too late to stop him. Then, resigned, she returns to the doorway and watches. Her eyes are worried, haunted with compassion.

Sepdet exhales, making a musical sound low in her throat. She moves towards the shadows and stoops. "Come back t'me, now, pack-sister. Nobody touches you while I'm around, you know that." She notices the shadows moving in the light of the doorway and glances up and over, scanning for more trouble, and relaxes. "Heya."

Leonard nods, looking at Sepdet, smile fading. He glances at Yi, then back at Sepdet. "Ya hey. Need some time?"

Summer swallows. She let's Leonard's question speak for them both, but the pain in her eyes is deeper than one might expect.

From afar, Summer's highly empathic... does Yi just seem empty, or is she afraid?

Yi looks up from Sepdet to spy her other packmate. A brief fading thought that perhaps her entire pack is here on Salmon's scaly back on a rainbow waterfall passes through her head. She shakes her head briefly, the movement causing some rustle in the fabric wrapped around her. "If I even move, I cause trouble," comes her faint words.

You paged Summer with 'How bad you want it? Shame, embarrassment, guilt, anger, and over it all... just this highly pining want to melt away into the shadows and disappear from scrutiny.'.

Sepdet frowns. "Sounds to me like you were trying to stop trouble, pack-sis," she says quietly. "And you didn't ask for trouble to come visit you tonight. That was their own sweet doing. I'm afraid you can't take the glory for it." She glances towards the doorway again. "You want company, or do you just want to get some more rest?"

Summer lowers her eyes from the woman, almost instantly; the color rises slightly in her cheeks. She doesn't speak.

Yi swallows dryly, and blinks a few times from the dark. "I just want to go Home." The emphasis on the last word, carrying significance and also just doubt that such a wish could ever be fulfilled.

Summer takes a slow breath, closing her eyes tightly.

Sepdet's face tightens. "I can get you to Salmon's lake. But I don't know if that's home enough for you, friend." She stays where she is, raising her voice slightly. "I don't suppose either of you know where there's some spare clothes?"

Leonard takes off his button down immediately, leaving him in his black t. "Here." He hands it over to Sepdet, glancing at Yi.

Yi looks at the three in the room, each one gaining a bit of scrutiny as her eyes go from one to the other. Then there's a hardening feeling inside her, and she shakes her head. Tearing away the sheet from around her, she throws the covering back onto the bed and steps for the open door. "Please save it for charity, Little Bear." As she moves, her jaw tenses, form blurring upwards and then down to a darkened wolfdog's form. The Gnawer makes it to the final lupus form just as she reaches the doorway and slips out into the basement proper.

Yi contorts and blurs as she is transformed. You shift into Lupus.

Summer turns. "I... have a car," she says, faltering a little. "Could drive you guys back if you-- want. But it's really okay."

Sepdet rises with a start and seems to hesitate, but opts to follow Yi, for once not letting her go her own way.

Summer stammers, glancing to Sepdet, "I--I mean if you don't."

Leonard looks at the dog-girl, a slight smile on his face and worry in his eyes. "There goes trouble, eh? Might as well call her a ragabash and have done with it."

Three-Blades stops at the foot of the stairs in the basement, looking up at the doorway like it's another goal to get to, another obstacle to overcome, another path...that requires opposable thumbs to open. Her ears flatten up against her head as she huffs a quiet whine. This just isn't her night. Looking over her shoulder back towards the infirmary, the Gnawer sniffs.

Sepdet is a few paces behind. "If you want to go back to the lake, Summer says she can drive us most of the way," the Strider says quietly. "Or we can go the shadow-way. But that's a bit harder."

Summer sniffles quietly, wiping the back of a hand across one cheek. "Isn't it-- kind of dangerous?" she asks, her voice breaking a little.

Three-Blades' ears stand up once, then splay to either side. The newmoon then turns and brushes against Sepdet's leg before loping towards Summer and stopping in front of her. Alright. I give. She looks up at the kinswoman, intelligence gleaming in the canine eyes. Just take me away from here.

Leonard smiles. "Okay, she says. You drive."

Sepdet stoops and brushes her hand against Yi's scarred back, trying not to touch anything new. "Washte," she says, eyes oddly sad as the word slips out.

Summer nods minutely, and offers Yi a slow smile. "Thanks. I think I can get us pretty close."

Three-Blades whuffs softly, appreciation evident, even in the wolf's form.

Summer leads them out in a little troop--no one is left in the lobby--and drives them to a space a little ways from the farmhouse, where she can get nearer to the lake.