CLOSED. don't ask what happens when the curtains draw.

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Who: Megan Gwynn & Sonja Garin.
What: Sonja brings Megan the antidote, and later, an explanation.
Where: Megan's place.
Warnings: Discussion of sexual assault, suicidal ideation, Sonja's very existence, at least narrative thoughts of violence.

There are probably many, many people in Baedal better-suited to going to speak to a young woman who has been violated by magic in a terrible way, to explain to her what has been done. Unfortunately, the only person in the city with the necessary knowledge to create an antidote is one of the least qualified counselors around, and she knows it, too; she doesn't let herself become awkward because that's not her way, but when she turns up on Megan's doorstep (in her leather pants, crop top, and leather jacket), she's got a tension in her shoulders. Admittedly, some of this tension is to do with wanting to beat Hilmi with a sack of hammers, but she's trying to quell that until later.

She knocks at the front door. While she's aware that Megan might well be too far gone to answer (she doesn't know what the time frame is like, that's the problem--none of them know as much as they should), she figures she ought to do this before trying to break in like a total maniac. That's restraint, right?

Fuck it. She wonders if she should just castrate the guy after this.

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The thanks is a little surprising, though she supposes it shouldn't be--when you run out of words, you revert to those formalities, the structure of how social interaction is supposed to go. There's another lingering pause, and then Sonja nods, in acknowledgment.

"I'll be around." Not that she really expects Megan to contact her, but she leaves the possibility open. (Did she even give her name? Oh, well.)

She leaves.