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Post by Myst on Sept 28, 2019 19:55:50 GMT -5
(Carter’s whole schtick at this point is ‘idk guys they dared me to so I have to do it’ and I love it)
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Sept 29, 2019 11:05:35 GMT -5
(Lol, but it fits him really well. I can definitely see that being something that can be used for and against him later on in the plot.)
She was risking a lot. Werewolves in pain were unpredictable. This was one of the first lessons she had learned when being trained on handling the species. Animal instincts took hold and anything could happen. Celia was risking not only having to deal with him alone, but also risking him shifting in public. Yet the choice was made, and if it got both Carter and the kit inside, so be it. Now, she could have gotten it herself. The suitcase had wheels, but she thought it'd be best to tell Carter that after she proved her point.
While her partner struggled with the kit, the young woman made her way into the main lobby. The inside was a testament to the quality of the place. It was decent, not one of the best, but it wasn't a dump like she had been fearing. Booking a room with two beds was no problem at all. As the lady behind the desk got everything in order, Celia cast a glance out the windows to see how her companion was doing. He had the suitcase, but it was clear he wasn't having a fun time. So when the lady handed her the keys to the rooms, she quickly thanked her and hurried out to intercept him. "We have room 10, right down here," she told him, leading him in the direction she indicated.
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Post by Myst on Sept 29, 2019 11:21:14 GMT -5
(Oh it definitely can be. I can see it just being the ultimate weapon of ‘I really need you to shut up and do the thing’)
By the time he had the trunk shut, the suitcase had puncture holes his claws were still dug into and he found that Celia was coming out to meet him as he’d begun to approach the building. “Room 10, got it,” he replied, following her inside. As they made their way over, he couldn’t help but catch the eye of a passerby and immediately recognize the oncoming reaction to his current appearance. Claws, wolf ears, blood starting to trail from his palm to his wrist. It was quite the sight, really. And his response to the predicted stimulus likely didn’t help his case. He growled, baring his teeth slightly only to reveal mildly elongated canines. The sound was deep, stemming from his chest as his more feral instincts kicked in.
Regardless, he didn’t stop following Celia, looking ahead once more. The place didn’t seem terrible, although somebody was definitely smoking in the immediate area if the smell was anything to go off of. “How long are we staying?”
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Sept 29, 2019 14:15:51 GMT -5
(And of course, Celia going to use it a lot. XD)
At the sound of the growl, Celia looked behind her to see what was wrong. Within the short time they had been walking, there were signs of Carter partially shifting. The proof was in the sight of ears and long canines as he snarled at some random person passing by. "Will you stop that," she hissed at him, stopping long enough for him to catch up to her and then pass her. Despite not being the best idea, she shoved him forward, trying to get him out of sight as fast as possible.
"We'll be staying here for two days," Celia said. About this time, they had reached the door of their room. Quickly, she unlocked it and ushered Carter inside. The sooner he was out of sight, the better. "Go on, and put the kit down and have a seat."
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Post by Myst on Sept 29, 2019 14:34:51 GMT -5
(It’ll be a fun time xD)
He only huffed at the demand, but he did stop. He raised an eyebrow as he past his partner, though didn’t say anything, keeping his eyes forward. The room wasn’t that far so, he could put this thing down. And the sooner the better - at this point the blood was half way down his forearm but it did seem like it was finally starting to dry. It was when he found himself stumbling forward after being shoved that he glanced back. “Watch it,” Carter snapped, just short of another low growl.
Still he didn’t stop at this point all he wanted was to put the damn kit down. It wasn’t long before they’d reached the room, and shortly after that the lupine found he was being ushered inside with an answer to his question. “Two days? Why?” To say he was unhappy about this was an understatement. There was no reason as to why they couldn’t just finish the job today. He set the suitcase on the floor just next to the doorway before sitting on the the edge of the nearest bed. “Why can we just finish up tonight?”
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Sept 29, 2019 17:01:12 GMT -5
(that it will. XD )
"Don't growl at me because you had a stupid idea," Celia warned him. He wouldn't have even been in this situation if he had found a different way to prove his point. However, she didn't touch him again once he was moving once more.
As soon as they were both inside, Celia closed and locked the door behind them. "Because, I'm not one to rush into anything," she told him. "We'll use tonight to gain whatever information we can about the demon and the person he's controlling. Then we'll use tomorrow to makes plans on how to stop him. It'll also give you time to recover a little before you decide to make any more impulsive decisions." With that, she lifted the handle on the suitcase, extending it so she wasn't bending over, and rolled it over to the bed where Carter sat. Had he taken a moment to inspect the kit, he would have noticed the wheels on it, but she didn't make a comment about it. Stopping in front of him, she laid the kit down and opened it.
Inside the suitcase was a mini doctor's office. Medical supplies of all kinds were packed neatly inside. Bandages, syringes, bottles of various pills and injections, splits, and other supplies that were used to combat injures from specific mythical creatures.
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Post by Myst on Sept 29, 2019 17:21:33 GMT -5
(This just in: Carter is an actual child)
Carter only huffed. Then maybe she shouldn’t touch him. Inside the room, he only listened as the door was locked, watching her as he sat down. Why? He personally felt as though he had enough information to simply take care of things right now. “Just kill ‘em. Seems like a sure fire way to make it stop.” He was a simple person. Demon problem? Kill the demon. Hunter problem? Kill the hunter. The simplest and quickest means tended to be how he handled these sorts of things, with construction and such it was a little different. It was a large part of the reason he didn’t see why they needed an entire day to plan.
As she approached him for with the suitcase, he couldn’t help but realize he’d never truly looked at the damn thing. Whatever, he still got it inside. “I don’t need time to recover, I’m fine.” The werewolf insisted, eyeing her as she opened up the case. No wonder it was so heavy... even still, he wanted no part in administered healthcare. Still his own body had already betrayed him judging by the dried blood. “It’ll take care of itself.” He wasn’t going to be able to avoid this. Would it stop him from trying? No, of course not.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Sept 29, 2019 17:57:15 GMT -5
(XD I love it.)
"And we can do that, but you're forgetting you're not working on your own anymore. You're working for an organization. Whatever you do reflects on the rest of us. Consequences will not just fall upon you, but us as well. You go in killing whoever and however you want might not end so well. We might work on the government's behalf, but we're on a far shorter leash than you might realize," Celia explained to him, digging through the kit and finding the items she needed. It was clear that she as ignoring his claims of begin fine. Bandages were piled on the bed beside him, and a small jar was pulled out from among its brethren. "Now, go wash your hand, or do I need to do it for you?"
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Post by Myst on Sept 29, 2019 18:13:57 GMT -5
(Carter: big bad wolf, assassin, builds things, will not let you touch injuries because hurt, fixes cars, no you can’t give him that shot because medical needles are different than tattoo needles, sometimes funny, will deny being hurt on his death bed)
He only rolled his eyes, though didn’t look back at her. “You act like I’ve made a habit of removing those in my way. Which, I haven’t. I’m skilled in target removal, nothing more.” It was one thing he took a weird sense of pride in. Sent people to the hospital when it was unavoidable, sure, but when it came to proper killing he stuck with his target. Then again, he didn’t know what they knew of his nightly work. Rather than looking at her, he watched as supplies were piled up next to him. When asked about washing his hand, Carter shook his head and stood. “I got it.” He made his way to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him and got to washing off his hand. Or trying.
The first attempt consisted of yanking his hand back with a growler curse. Alright, the water stung along. After getting over that, he found that the soap was actually worse. It was odd, really. He had a full sleeve of tattoos and few on his neck, but this is what bothered him. Tattoos were a different kind of pain. They were a soreness, an ache. This was something else entirely. After he’d washed his hand off with some muttered curses, he took the time to assess himself in the mirror. Interesting, he hadn’t seen himself look like this in years, not since he was just learning to shift. Sighing he turned away, exiting the smaller room. “Alright, I’m blood free. What medical torture comes next?” His stance on treatment was particularly clear in this statement, which was its point. He hated this. It wasn’t even just being taken care of, he just hated being treated. As far as the canine could remember, he always had.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Sept 29, 2019 20:05:49 GMT -5
(Sounds about right. XD Then you have Celia: doesn't give a crap. XD)
The entire time he was in the bathroom, muttering his curses and growling at who knows what, Celia was waiting and rolling her eyes. Big, bad wolf my foot, she thought, removing the knife hidden in her left boot. She would use it to cut the bandages once she started to wrap the wound. For know, however, she laid it to rest next to them on the bed. Carter soon returned, and she resisted the urge to roll her eyes again. "Stop being a baby and sit down," she told him. "Find something to shred that isn't me if this is how you're going to act because I don't fancy being attacked while trying to help you. I suggest something hard and not easily breakable. If you think you can handle yourself, then just sit and let me see your hand."
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Post by Myst on Sept 29, 2019 20:50:05 GMT -5
(I’m locked out of my car. Tonight is the actual worst so far lmao)
“First of all, I’ll do whatever I so please,” he responded, walking over to the bed. He sat down, though didn’t readily present his hand to her. Rather, Carter only listened to her as she spoke. As much as he wanted to refute, she had a point. He couldn’t remember any doctor’s visit that hadn’t turned violent. They just never went well. “Fine...” Despite his quiet agreement, he didn’t move for several moments. Right. Medical treatments... why didn’t he like them? He really couldn’t remember, but the reaction was almost always visceral. Still, he did finally offer the injured appendage to Celia.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Sept 29, 2019 21:21:34 GMT -5
(Oh no! Do you have anyone coming to help?)
Celia waited until Carter offered out his hand to her. Nodding slightly, she took a seat on the bed right beside him. From this spot, she would be able to use her leg, arm, and upper body to keep his pinned. Now, she still believed he could throw her across the room if he wanted, but she trusted that he would have a little more control over his reaction. "Now, this," she held up the jar so he could inspect the light green contents of the salve, "is going to sting. There's no way around it. Again, if you must shred something, do it to something that isn't me. You hurt me, I'll hurt you, and then we'll both see how that will play out." He'd probably win, but she wouldn't make it easy.
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Post by Myst on Sept 29, 2019 21:42:01 GMT -5
(Yeah I was able to call roadside assistance and I’m finally getting back in my car)
Internally, he was thankful that she waited until he offered his hand. Maybe that had been his problem, most doctors didn’t like waiting until he was physically ready to let them do whatever they have to do. Then again, there was many things he didn’t like about being medically treated. Carter only listened as she held up the little jar and he looked it over for himself. Translucent, green, nothing that he hadn’t seen before. Still, it didn’t make any happier about it. Regardless, the canine nodded. “I’ll be fine...” Despite his words for once he didn’t sound too sure if himself. Even still he continued on to say, “What’s some extreme sparring between partners, right?” While he said it was a grin, His tone implied that he was trying to calm down. His ears were the ultimate betrayer if one were to judge by the way they were angled backward and slightly down. Even still, Carter was trying. Even if it didn’t seem like much.
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Post by Myst on Sept 30, 2019 12:22:45 GMT -5
(Yeah - based on the time of night it was actually pretty quick)
Carter only shrugged slightly. “Eh, maybe. You never know.” Hazel eyes watched as she pinned his arm, raising an eyebrow when she asked about his friends. “They’re honestly the pack I never had. I think you’d actually hate them. Or the brothers, anyways. Elias is real quiet but he cares - he’s probably the most responsible of the four of us.” It was something he was willing to admit. Sure, he was responsible, but Elias just did it better. Elias seemed to remember everything he did and then some - if he ever missed anything it was Elias that took care of it. “Alex and Caleb are... something. They-“ his words cut off as he drew in a sharp breath, right arm tending as claws dug into his previously uninjured palm. The good thing was that his right hand would heal up in about 20 minutes after he relaxed. “They’re rowdy to say the least. Good at picking locks, making people laugh, and getting in trouble.” The first couple words came out through a mild growl, however as the sting subsided the added sound did as well.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Sept 30, 2019 18:23:56 GMT -5
(That's good! It would have been awful had you had to wait for long.)
Celia nodded as she listened, though it wasn't because she was agreeing to his statement. She knew plenty of rowdy people who she liked well enough. The woman just didn't tend to hang around them as often as everyone else. She paused to let the sting of the salve die away, choosing to take it slow. "Sounds like the crowd I can imagine you with," she commented, though the words held no judgement or malice in them. Just an observation of his character so far. Now, the woman was not one for idle chatter, but whether or not it was helping to distract Carter, she choose to continue it, even if she was stretching for questions. "Where'd you find them? Sounds like a rag-tag sort of group." A few more seconds went by before she set to work again, spreading out the salve and making sure that every part of the silver wound was covered. Then she reached for the bandages.
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Post by Myst on Sept 30, 2019 18:54:28 GMT -5
(Yeah, honestly I would’ve started walking home lmao)
He found that he fit in with them just fine. He him was a decent mix of responsible and careless, and he just liked their energy. They brought him out of his shell quite a bit, honestly. At Celia’s comment, he only nodded slightly. “Yeah, it was kind of unexpected on my part.” Sure, working with them came easily, though he hadn’t expected to form such a close bond with them. Typically this sort of conversation would have been over already, he typically didn’t answer questions in such detail. However it was a much welcome distraction. When she asked how they met, it took him a moment. “Where I found them... I found them in the middle of a job. I’d gotten there first, and Caleb and Alex has broken in the opposite side of the building while Elias was probably securing the premises. Caleb is the one I got into it with, broke his arm... Elias was actually the one that got me on the ground. He’s fun to spar with.” He grinned at the memory, resisting the urge to pull his arm away as she got back to work. “It took some time but the lot of us figured out we were on the same job, and we took care of it. After that we just kind of worked together.”
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Post by Myst on Sept 30, 2019 20:26:50 GMT -5
“Elias is really something... I don’t think he’s human but I’ve never bothered to ask. So in short, yes they managed to get me on the ground.” He couldn’t help but chuckle a little at the memory. Elias has been quite literally sitting on top of him by the time he was pinned, arm twisted behind his back and pressed firmly against the side of his head. When Celia continued, he nodded. “Most likely... he got a pretty good punch in with his good hand a few days later. He sat still as she wrapped his hand, watching as she did so. While he still wasn’t happy, it was definitely better than any visit to a doctor he’d ever been to. Carter frowned a little when she mentioned he wouldn’t like the next part. “Why? What is it? It can’t be that bad, my hand is already wrapped.”
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Sept 30, 2019 20:37:23 GMT -5
"That sounds more believable," Celia said. Elias being something other than human made it easier for her to picture how the other man was able to pin Carter to the ground. Leaning forward, she grabbed another vial from the multitude that was there, holding it up for him to see. "Louis had our team of researchers try to figure out a way to reverse the effects of silver. It's a prototype, and hasn't been tested on werewolves before, but they swear it should help heal any wounds a bit faster than it normally would. However, they don't have any proof. It shouldn't harm you, however. If anything, it just won't have any affect at all. The down side is that it's only in an injection form. How do you feel about shots?"
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Post by Myst on Sept 30, 2019 21:10:50 GMT -5
Carter couldn’t help but chuckle at her comment, nodding. “Yeah, I’m sure it does. I never told them anything, so I never asked. Didn’t seem fair, ya know?” The small group never question each other’s pasts, and it seemed that they like to keep it that way. Perhaps it was a fear of driving a stake in their relationship, or maybe it was because nobody asked and none of them wanted to be the one to do it. He watched as she pulled a vial from the suitcase, eyebrows furrowing a little. Then she spoke on what it was, and he found himself nodding along until she asked how he felt about shots. Ears flattening almost immediately, he settled half way into a glare. “I’d very much prefer that the shot didn’t happen at all.” Call it a fear of needles, but shots were his limit. He did recall causing a large enough scene that he required sedation. Unlike his fear of general medical attention, his extreme hatred of shots did have a source, that being hunters. To say the least, he had been captured once while he’d still been learning to shift. It was something he’s sealed away in his mind much like any other traumatic event.
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Post by Myst on Oct 1, 2019 11:14:30 GMT -5
While her reasoning was honestly quite good, it wasn't enough for him. Sure, healing at a normal rate would be amazing right now. He'd misjudged how the pain from silver would compare to normal pain, and he wanted it to go away as soon as possible. And yet, the concept of receiving a shot... Well, he honestly wouldn't let it happen. "I don't care would it could do, I don't want that needle anywhere near me." It wasn't that the concept angered him, rather it made him nervous. Carter found himself slipping back into the same state an injured animal looking for an escape would find itself in. The only problem that he hadn't come to realize yet was that he wouldn't be able to complete more than a partial shift, which he was already most of the way through - all he was really missisng was his tail. The burn on his palm was too severe to shift without making it worse, and his body wouldn't allow him to.
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Post by Myst on Oct 1, 2019 12:04:19 GMT -5
The lupine stared at her for a few moments longer before eyeing the vial. He had no way of knowing what the components were, and no way of coping with the idea of a shot. It would be nice to have this clear up faster, and it would reduce the likelihood of scarring. Even still, there had to be another way to get it into his system even though she just said that there wasn't. Yet the sound of her saying a few months already sounded like torture. He wouldn't be able to handle it and it wouldn't heal properly... Hazel eyes turning to her once more, Carter figured there should be some sort of decision on his end. "I... Later. Preferably when I'm like... sleeping, or-" he cut himself off. That sounded weird. "I don't know. Just later."
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Post by Myst on Oct 1, 2019 17:55:57 GMT -5
The canine only stared at her, a bit tense and completely still. He knew himself - he'd get violent if there was even an attempt to give him the shot. Despite her response, he remained silent, finding he didn't really have anything to reply with. He was already sick of it but he'd get a shot over his dead body. Even still, his current behavior was completely out of character, and part of him felt like he needed to do something about it. Or even just say something. By the time he did speak up his was frowning a little and the ears were still down. On the upside, he'd pulled his claws out of his right palm and it'd already stopped bleeding."There really isn't another way to get it into my system?" It was the only thing he could think of. There had to be another way. It wasn't that he didn't want to try it, he did. Worst case scenario he could pull a binding rune on himself, though he was unsure of how effective it was.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Oct 2, 2019 12:08:00 GMT -5
(I like the idea that somewhere down the line, whenever they're more familiar with each other, Celia becomes the only person he'll allow to give him shots.)
"They're working on alternative forms, but for the moment, this is all they have," Celia answered. "The news we would have a werewolf join our ranks was given quickly, so the researchers only had time to come up with the most concentrated form they could. I'm not going to force it on you. I do value my life. But if you change your mind, it'll be here." And with that, Celia placed the vial back into the kit. She wasn't heartless. If Carter didn't want it, then she wouldn't give it to him. It wasn't like it was a life or death thing. At least, not in this case it wasn't. Now, had he been dying, sure, she would have taken the risk of being torn to pieces in order to try the medication out. However, he wasn't, so she would leave it at that.
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Post by Myst on Oct 2, 2019 12:31:16 GMT -5
(Honestly that’s exactly what’s going to happen and it’ll be great cause it’ll end up being ‘well how come you didn’t try to rip her throat out when she gave you a shot’ ‘I dunno’)
The canine only listened as she spoke, looking down at his now wrapped hand. That made sense - it would be the fastest acting and it was easier to put together in such a short time. In the end, it would be beneficial to him regardless of the effect it had now. If it didn’t work, they could improve it. If it did work, then he wouldn’t have to deal with an almost useless hand for more than a month or so. Glancing up at her once more as she put it back in its place, he sighed. She hasn’t killed him yet, so it wasn’t like the contents were his problem. Well, they were a little, but at this point he was just fighting himself. “Okay... can we try it tomorrow? When I’m not in this weird partially shifted state? I’m sure there’s a rune that’ll keep me subdued.” He had to admit, he didn’t like partial shifts. They felt weird. Half shifts were fine, but this was just uncomfortable to him. Plus, it would leave him less likely to lash out in defense of, well, nothing. As for the rune, there were options. The paralysis rune was out - it was ineffective with casted in oneself and quite frankly, the time limit it had wouldn’t be enough. He was quiet for a bit longer before he spoke up again. “Thanks for not forcing it on me.”
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Oct 2, 2019 18:53:47 GMT -5
(And you know it's going to be one of his boys who asked that, mainly the one who has tried to give him shots in the past and almost meet the same fate.)
Celia nodded as she closed the kit and pushed it under the bed. Might as well make sure no one came in and stole it. There was a lot of medical supplies in there that would be expensive to replace. When he suggested trying the shot tomorrow, she stood up straight and looked at him. "I'll have to admit, I've never seen a werewolf in this state before," she told him. "Full and half shifts, but not this. I know shifts of painful, so I can't imagine this is a fun experience either." As for the rune portion, she had never been one to commit that knowledge to memory. Yes, they had tried to drill it into her, but for some reason, the information never stuck. So whatever he planned to do with the rune, he would have to figure it out himself. At his thanks, she just simply shrugged. "Don't thank me too much. I did it to keep my own hide in tact," she told him, but, despite the light dismissal, she understood the weight his words carried. "Now get some rest. We'll be leaving again in a couple of hours. I'm going to head out and grab the other bags from the car."
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