Sarah's usually impassive face betrays the barest hint of a smile, when she sees Yi. She looks tired, her eyes bruised with dark circles. "Three-Blades... is everything all right?" Pulling the door open, she invites Yi in with a gesture.

Yi shifts a shoulder bag, half a smile on her features to duplicate Sarah's expression with some more light. "All is well, though I should ask you the same question," she answers the kin stepping in. "I brought some apples for you, too." Digging around in the bag, she extracts a slightly crumpled paper bag with the hints of fruit smell inside. "So, how are you?"

There are boxes. Stacked on the table, with packing paper cushioning things inside. The trailer is not quite bare, but it's clear she is packing.

"Will you carry a message to the Strider, for me?"

Yi looks around the trailer with a bare tilt of her head a couple of ways. "You are leaving?" she asks straight out in the open. "Or hiding?" Somewhere in the question, is a short agreement to keep quiet if it's necessary.

Sarah glances down, toying with the flap on the open box. "I am leaving here. Leaving Saint Claire, maybe. I don't know." She swallows, and glances to Yi. "I can't remain here."

Yi pulls in her lower lip to wet the inside edge. "Are the police looking for you? Or did Leonard say something uncomfortable?" A brow arches at the woman, clearly musing on the possibilities. "Or are you running from something else? Responsibilities?"

A flicker of tension at the mention of the Wendigo betrays the real answer. The mention of running bring a sharpness to Sarah's eyes, and she glances to Yi. "I do not run. I go because I cannot live under his--" A taut little shake of her head. "Ownership. Whatever it is that he might wish to call it, he wishes me to obey, and I will not."

Ah, so maybe Yi has a good clue of what her quick runover of various paths were leading to. Her eyes glitter darkly as she looks away, taking in the status of the packing. "My teacher once said to me... we are weapons. Blades, of Gaia's highest quality. But like every sword, without the sheath we are wild. Uncontrolled." She turns her gaze back to the woman. "What did he say to you?"

Sarah looks back at her, steady. "If I go to Sepdet, he will kill her. If she comes to speak to me, he will kill her. He does not trust her, and he will 'protect' me from her--as he would protect me should I claim a Wyrm-spawn as a friend."

Sarah's jaw works a little, after she falls silent--the restrained anger clear in the set of her mouth, the look in her eyes when she glances away.

Yi immediately draws her lips tight, gaze narrowing a touch. "He really is taking this rivalry with Sepdet too far," the ragabash replies softly, bordering on an annoyed growl, shaking her head. "Did you tell him you would leave if he did anything?"

Sarah gives a small shake of her head. "He did not wait for my words," she says softly. "But I am no warrior's squaw, to jump and obey. I am not his property or anyone's. And I will not live subject to him. If he thinks he can command who I speak to, who I care for--" Another angry, tightlipped shake of her head. "I will not. I cannot. I am going. To the scab, to Seattle, I don't know where. But I have to go."

Yi eyewidens. "Don't go," she says quickly, only checking herself after the blurt. Swallowing with a quiet cough, the Gnawer pushes back a lock of her hair. "I mean... not to Seattle. Bad idea, very bad idea. John came from there, and look at how he is." Fingertips rub together in a loose fist. "You should tell him. Tell Leonard that you are kin and should be respected."

Sarah flushes slightly with anger, turning her face away. "I cannot tell him anything. He is always angry, he cannot speak to me without anger. And if he knew--" Another quick, fierce shake of her head, and the dark eyes return to Yi. "I will go to the city, to live at the school, maybe."

To Yi, Sarah is even more angry than she is. That's something. Must be a Wendigo thing. "He told me not so long ago, not to be too angry at him if he 'changed'. I did not think anything about it at the time, but I think it could be a part of his renewed bond to Wendigo himself." Blinking twice in deliberation, the Gnawer continues to circle around possible solutions to this problem. "Which school?" she presses on, not exactly liking the image of Leonard's reaction upon hearing this news.

"City University." Abruptly, Sarah turns and begins packing up the rest of the glasses, wrapping each one in brown paper and tucking it away. None of the bozes are new, and the paper runs the gamut from newsprint to rumpled packing paper, used more than a few times already.

Yi allows the kin to pack unhindered, staying quiet as she watches. When she breaks her temporary silence, it's to ask another question. "What was your message to Sepdet?"

Sarah pauses a moment, her face turned away. She swallows, thickly. "Just to-- stay away. Tell her not to-- try to see me, or speak to me. I-- she is my friend and I don't want anything to happen to her. That's all."

Pretty much what she had thought. Yi chews on the inside of her lip, eyes half-lidded as she looks around the small trailer again. "You should not leave like this." Before Sarah can retort, Yi adds, "You should not -live- like this either." Stepping closer so she can have a face-to-face look at Sarah, the ragabash says quietly, "What if you stayed within St. Claire? With one of us?"

Sarah glances up, guardedly. "What do you mean?"

Clearing her throat, the Gnawer proposes, "Well it is a big city. You could live inside, disappear if you wanted to. I do it often, mostly to get out of trouble and avoid the police." Yes, she'll admit that. Getting more to the point though, "If you stay at, say, my flat? And I tell no one? Then only the ones who know how to find you, can find you."

Sarah regards the Gnawer warily, a hint of confusion in the reaction. "You... do not have to offer me a place to stay," she says carefully. "I will manage well enough on my own."

"I am just saying that as an option," Yi replies levelly, trying not to drop all her eggs into the proverbial basket and await some scrambler. "I mean, if you stayed somewhere closer it would be safer. You would not have to 'hide' completely away from those you care about." Her own dark eyes now hinting at something along the lines of concern, the asian clears her throat again softly. "These are dangerous times, Sarah. You know it as well, and to be honest I do not think running from Leonard is going to solve the problem."

Sarah lifts her chin a fraction. "There /is/ no solving it," she says tartly. "He is what he is, and I cannot do as he says, and so I will find another place. Another Sept, another town." She closes up the box with angry movements, her words clipped as she tapes the flaps down. "It doesn't matter, anyway. I have done nothing here, to help. *Nothing*."

"I do not agree with you on that," Yi answers to that remark. She doesn't elaborate, but rather continues to watch the kin.

Sarah lets out a breath, sharply. "You are kind, and I have no heart for kindness." Her eyes remain downcast, hard. "I have no heart for anything. I will not stay, to be ordered about by /him/."

Yi breathes in slowly, audibly keeping herself calm. "Listen to yourself, Sarah. 'I have no heart for anything'? That should not be the kind of talk to hear from kin." She takes another half-step closer, daring to place herself within a certain invisible sphere. "You are letting yourself be controlled by Leonard, and you don't have to. He cannot tell you what to do or control who you care about. It is foolish, and if it continues I will tell him so. But you should not go. It would be running, and that I do not think is the thing to do." She sighs, exhaling out the last bit of that breath. "Look. Sepdet can take care of herself but if you leave? There is no telling what fingers will end up pointing at who. This is a problem than -can- be solved some way. The Wendigo tribe here is already split into many divisions. If you leave, it will be another."

Sarah's hands tighten on the edge of the table. "I am not running," she says tightly. "Only moving, that is all. There are few Wendigo here, and only one who will notic my going."

"Moving to another Sept, in another town," Yi adds. "And Sepdet is trying her best to help the Wendigo regain positions here. If you leave though, what would that say about this place? It is only Leonard who will notice, and he will be angry. Really what good will it do to have more anger? Maybe not at you, but at himself for causing you to leave." The Gnawer steps back now, strap being adjusted in more of a movement to keep her hand busy instead of wrapping into a fist. "What if someone went to talk to him? Maybe he will see it differently after." There's a brief flash of memory. This feels so familiar. Maybe it was a soap opera show.

"No," she says sharply. Her voice softens, then, though she busies herself with more packing and does not look to the Gnawer. "He already hates Sepdet. I will not have him hate you, or anyone else."

Yi shakes her head, blowing out an exasperated sigh and running a hand through her hair. "I am no halfmoon, but it doesn't take a judge's eye to see that Leonard just needs to get fucked. That's why he is so cranky I bet." It's not until she's said it that she realizes what she said.

Sarah's jaw tightens. "Well, let him go find a whore," she snaps angrily. "I will not be /that/ for him either."

Yi, drythroated, swallows hard and dispels the immediate retort that had came to mind. "I was not suggesting it," she resumes with less of the growl that had been building. "But I dare to say he is not good with relationships." She slides her gaze over towards Sarah. "Is there nothing that can be done to have you stay?"

Sarah closes her eyes for a moment, taking a breath. "I will not stay here," she says quietly. "If Seattle is bad, then-- I do not know where I will go. The other side of the scab, maybe. But I have to leave the woods. I do not wish to see him again. To have him--order me about like a slave. I would not stand for it, and he would kill me, and that would be the end of it."

"It is against the laws of the Garou to treat kin that way," Yi notes. "If you told a halfmoon, he could be judged on it." She pauses there, wetting her lip. "But if you really are going to go, then I have a couple of favors to ask."

Sarah turns to look at her, more softness in her eyes than usual. "You know that I owe you so much," she says quietly. "More than favors."

Lowering her eyes to the floor a moment, Yi thinks over her words. "First, is that if you are leaving, that you go somewhere safe. If you cannot find a place, you could try going to where Soulcatcher and Robin went." She looks back up at the kin a brief moment after, withholding the second of requests.

Sarah nods minutely. "I wasn't planning on... anywhere unsafe," she says quietly.

Nodding also, Yi swallows down the knot in her throat and says, "And the second favor... is that you take these apples and eat them sometime before they become rotten. Or if they do, bury them somewhere so they can grow." She offers the paper bag, managing a small smile despite the circumstances. She hadn't planned on this meager bit being a sort of parting gift.

Sarah smiles, despite herself. "That, I will do," she answers. "Thank you very much, Three-Blades."

She takes the bag of apples, and sets it rather carefully on top of the box, keeping her eyes there for a time as the smile fades away.

Her gift received well, Yi smiles a little more. "There. I just wanted to see a smile from you. It is so hard to get your tribal kin to smile, you know? Almost as bad as the Walkers." Looking around again, the Gnawer rubs a part of her neck. "So, maybe I can help you pack." Here she pauses. "You aren't going to be able to take all this with you, are you?"

Sarah hitches a shoulder, glancing down. "I'll manage. I have a truck, so I have a place for it to go. And a place to stay, if I end up needing to. I don't have much."

Yi adjusts the strap on her shoulder bag, fiddling with the clip. "I see. And Sepdet helped heal what injuries you had after that fight with George Dobbs?" Her eyes flicker up, blinking once at Sarah.

Sarah presses her lips together, and nods. "I'm fine," she murmurs. She looks across to the Gnawer, then, soberly. "Thank you, for all your help."

Yi nods again, unsure of what else to do with this information. "How-- how long do you want me to wait? Before telling Sepdet?"

Sarah shakes her head minutely. "Don't wait," she says. "I don't want anything to happen. Tell her to-- stay clear of this place, for a while."

Yi can't help but continue to nod, putting down a short list of things to do in her mind amidst the conflict of feeling. "If she decides to come though, I am not one to stop her." She gazes over at the kin, trying not to look absolutely sympathetic to the cause. "Will you, keep in touch?"

Sarah nods quickly. "Of course," she whispers. A swallow tightens her throat.

The Gnawer nods although slower this time. "And you leave tonight?" The question is asked hesitantly, like handling a fragile vase.

Sarah shakes her head minutely, looking around. "No. I'm not yet ready. Probably tomorrow."

Yi holds back her sigh of resolution. "Are there any other messages you want to send? I could probably find anyone you name, or find a gallaird to send them. Just in case."

Sarah shakes her head minutely, glancing over to offer a wistful smile. "It's all right. Thank you for the offer, but... I'm fine."

"You keep on saying that, but I cannot help but doubt if you are," Yi says quietly, a little shyly. Awkward might be the feeling. Just watching the woman pack, readying herself to leave, reminds her of a few trips - some bad, some good, all fraught with worry.

Sarah bares her teeth in a less certain smile, then. "I... I really appreciate--" She swallows, then, unsure of what follows. "Your kindness. You, and the others, you have all been very good to me."

Yi nods again, once, in a very slow dip. Or rather, a bow. "Well, then I guess I should go and deliver those messages and not bother you much further. I hope to see you again, Sarah. Soon. And if not, well... I hope you enjoy the apples." Yi smiles though it is washed over with a tint of sadness.

Sarah steps forward, toward her--reaching out to take her hand briefly. "Thank you." She swallows. "Tyler will know where to find me."

Yi looks down at the hands joined, clenching her jaw momentarily while still holding the small smile in place. "Okay," she replies, eyes lifting to meet with the kin's. "You take care of yourself. And don't let in any more random farmers with shotguns."

Sarah's mouth twists a little. "I didn't /let/ in the first one," she says quietly. The slight flicker fades away, leaving behind a pained expression. "You... be careful, too. I will make sure someone tells you where I am... maybe I will see you, sometime, in the city."

Yi forces a light chuckle, letting go of the woman's hand and sticking hers back in her jacket pocket. "If I get worried, I will go look for you. Who knows?" She turns and takes a few steps to the trailer door, opening it into the night. "If you need any help at all... just give me a call."

Sarah nods, following after her. "I will," she answers, taking the edge of the door when Yi lets go and leaning there, watching her. "Goodnight, Three-Blades."