→ for which I have to howl.

[lupa]

Who: GG Giordano, Cliona Donovan
What: They're brought to Baedal together, a reunion somewhat marred by the fact that GG's sanity is apparently due to arrive a while after she does.
Where: An arrival room in the Valhalla Inn.
When: Coardi.
Notes: rrrrrr.
Warnings: Violence, blood, mentions of murder, nudity, probable foul language and discussion of torture. More TBA.

At least he's dead. Some people bring items to Baedal; GG, aside from a pile of dirty, sturdy clothes, brings a chunk of flesh in her teeth; the best part of a man's neck. So: she may be mad, she may be dead, may be captured, may have broken all of her own rules and done something terrible and horrible like she has always always wanted to and she may not regret it at all, but at least he's dead.

--is what GG will think later. Right now, she isn't thinking in words, but in smells and sights and feelings, flashes of instinct which cross paths in her mind and go straight to her paws.

This isn't where she was a moment ago. She took that bite and worried that flesh away, and then she couldn't hear him screaming, was tumbling, and landed- where?

Sight doesn't chime in as much as her other senses do, her hearing and her sense of smell, the fact that it's warmer here, wherever she is, wherever she's locked and whoever's taken her. She can smell people, so many of them, not all of them humans, in and out of this room all day long, their scents fading but distinct, cleaning supplies, she can smell fear and sweat and panic.

Somewhere in the backseat of her brain her rational thoughts are screaming Numen, Crisse, it must be Numen, how--

The wolf can't remember what Numen is, only that a) she is in danger and b) she is not alone.

The faerie smells like the earth after rain, with the scent of unwashed skin and hospitals and chemicals overlaid over that, an ugly mishmash of scents which she can almost see in streaks of orange and grey, sickly colours, on her tongue more than in her nose.

The same human rationale that knows what Numen is is screaming at the wolf, no no no no!

And the wolf, scared, whimpering, snarling, backed into a corner, does not listen- and springs.

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[agrat]

Once Lea is at the door to the arrival room, she realizes, truly, what is about to happen. Since seeing the faces of her friends on the screen, she's been in a mad rush to pick up the clothes (a loose t-shirt and track pants, flat flip-flop sandals, nothing fancy but Lea has no idea what would fit both of them) and make it to the Inn, never stopping, never really thinking.

Outside the door, she takes a deep breath. She's not dressed in a terribly fancy fashion, leather leggings and a sweater and boots, still acclimating to the change in climate, and she's got the clothes she brought for Clio in a bag clutched to her chest rather than hanging at her side. She'd thought to bring food, but it might be better to get them back to her place and then tear into the bags of bread and similar that she has waiting. Carefully, pacing things, because she has a feeling they're in a place of starvation where too much at once might make them sick.

A quiet flash of hatred bursts through her, directed toward the people at home who just can't seem to stop fucking hurting the people she cares about. She quells it. Later, later. Always later.

With her hand, she knocks once, to let them know she's arrived. "It's me."

In French, of course. When the door swings open, now, it's using telekinesis, not her hands.

[lupa]

For some reason, those ten minutes seem to take longer than the entire four or so months since Lea was taken. Knowing that in minutes, seconds, she'll see her when she thought she'd never see her again (and she hadn't helped her, hadn't been able to- but she quashes that useless guilt as she always does) is almost painful. She pushes it back, concentrates on Clio, a hand at the small of her back as she tries to work out what to say, what she possibly can say.

She's crouched beside Clio when Lea comes in. Her head snaps up. "--oh thank God."

That thank God is some of the worst months of her life condensed into two words, her voice suddenly hoarse with feeling. There's a swell of emotion which is almost physically painful, and she struggles to know what to do because yelling I'm sorry or come here right this second isn't an option, and neither's leaving Clio on the floor, or just acting as if she's only relieved to see Lea because she's bringing an escape from the room and the supplies they need. As she opens the door, too, sensory information suddenly pours in from the outside world and she realises how intensely magically insulated the rooms much be. She runs a hand over her face, fingers tightening briefly in her own hair-

"Help," she chooses, which isn't auspicious. She's mainly talking about the cold iron still on Clio's wrist. She can come later, she's already decided; she's doing fine. Clio is the priority here. Clio's the one those bastards got their hands on. Though all in a rush, she ends up saying, "--any moment now I am going to wake up. Holy fuck."

[caoineadh]

Clio's reaction is a bit more subdued, both because she's come down from the brief adrenaline high and the cold iron on her wrist. But still, she looks up with a small smile, "Lea." And there's as much emotion in her tone as there is in GG's; relief that Lea is okay, that she's here to help and just - so glad to see her when she thought she never would again.

She wants to tell GG it's okay to go to Lea if she wants, but somehow she doubts anyone is going to listen to her right now. Instead, she just reaches out to put a hand on GG's arm, trying to silently convey that they are not going to wake up, that Lea is really here and things are going to be - better (not okay because she isn't sure that's a word any of them can use anymore).

[agrat]

The iron cracks open, in a sound that's probably pretty startling. It has been a while since they've seen Lea, so it's easy to forget how immediate and emotionally-driven her telekinetic powers are; at their most refined point, she can manipulate things at a molecular level, but right now she's in no shape to do anything of the kind. She just sees how thin GG is, then sees the iron on Clio's wrist and knows it for all that it does and all that it symbolizes, and she doesn't even think. Doesn't even try, really. It cracks open and falls to the floor not because Lea thinks this is going to happen but because of some instinct objects respond to in her when she's not entirely in control.

Like right now, when she wants to burst into tears and hug her friends, but won't.

"I just--" The words die on her lips. 'I'm sorry' can wait. She pushes the clothes at Clio, with her hands, not her power. "I brought you some things. I have a place to stay, we can go there right away."

[lupa]

"Good", GG mutters roughly, shoving the iron away when it falls to the floor as if its very existence offends her. (It does).

She's exerting a similar amount of self control, so much that she's trembling very slightly, though she can't really tell whether that's exertion or shock or even hunger, the constant gnawing pain- she'd planned to make a meal of Joseph (and what of it she wants to add, defensive even in her own mind) and had been interrupted; she'd have been fine, but she can still taste blood. So, she's shaking, though she tries to stop it.

Lea's alive. Clio's alive. She's alive. All of it feels completely insane.

But dealing with things is what they all do, by necessity or design. "Somewhere safe sounds perfect right now. Clio, are you--?" ...okay, able to stand, able to move?

[caoineadh]

It does, indeed, startle Clio a little, but that feeling is quickly surpassed by relief because it's off and while she isn't going to instantly return to normal, she does feel better. It's probably best this way, a slow recovery; being jolted straight back into her powers would've been overwhelming.

She takes the clothes when they're in reach (letting her fingers brush the back of Lea's hand briefly, in an attempt at reassurance) and pushes herself up to standing, "I'm okay," To answer GG's uninished question, and she quickly takes off the hoodie and hospital gown to pull on the clothes Lea brought. The gown is getting left behind, but the hoodie - once she's taken her necklace out of the pocket - is returned to GG, Clio's expression full of concern at how her friend is shaking.