[ It's only a couple hours later when Charlie walks in. Her elbow and wrist are wrapped but other than that? She looks fine. She tries to duck into her room but Noira has an empty food bowl and there's half a can of cat food in the fridge. So she's in the kitchen carefully measuring out wet and dry food and sort of frowning about having to mix anything right now. ]
[He watches her come in and do these wanderings from the couch, wondering if she saw him and if so if she ignored him. He wouldn't be surprised. After a while, he'll make his way into the kitchen on slightly unsteady legs. Watching her from the doorway.]
[ She didn't see him. She's just stopped actively looking, if that makes any sense. He's become another face in the house, for the most part. She trusts him to a degree, but he also makes her nervous.
And right now she's a bit distracted by what had happened. When she does notice him, the expression on her face is concern. ]
You really should be lying down. For Stiles' sake and for your own. That must have been one hell of a bite.
[ She knows full well he's just gonna continue to pester her until she tells, but she hesitates and sighs, using telekinesis to finish making the cats food and holding her arm close for a moment. ]
I don't know. I...ran into Roman Godfrey. Something was wrong. He was elsewhere [ Here, she makes a vague gesture at the side of her head indicating the kind of elsewhere he was. ]
I tried to get him out of it, he grabbed my arm just when I thought he was okay. It's not important.
[ She doesn't believe him but instead of displaying that emotion, she keeps it in check and keeps her expression neutral. Utensils are washed single handed, Noira's food is picked up and she quietly leaves the room. She settles on the floor just outside of her room and Noira bounces out followed closely by Cyndaquil. ]
"We heal faster. From wounds. It wouldn't be from that." It's probably from not feeding, he thinks. But he's never had a reaction like this before, not in a thousand years.
[ Letting Noira sniff the bandages on her arm and listening to Cyndaquil quite possibly berate her for getting hurt, she turns to really look at Thomas. He really doesn't look all that good, and everything hurts because of it. ]
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And right now she's a bit distracted by what had happened. When she does notice him, the expression on her face is concern. ]
You really should be lying down. For Stiles' sake and for your own. That must have been one hell of a bite.
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I don't know. I...ran into Roman Godfrey. Something was wrong. He was elsewhere [ Here, she makes a vague gesture at the side of her head indicating the kind of elsewhere he was. ]
I tried to get him out of it, he grabbed my arm just when I thought he was okay. It's not important.
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That's what you tried to warn me about, isn't it?
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You should stay away from him until we know what's happened to him.
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Does he have anything to do with your current state? No lying, remember. I asked for you to be honest and you said you would.
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So what is it? Do you have any clue?
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Sit down, Thomas. Is there anything I can do for you?
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No. What was the point of giving you that dagger if you won't use it?
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