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[katyafeline]

She thought about throwing herself on Olga's mercy. Truly she did. Planned on it, for at least the first half of the trek back to the bar. Maybe it was the ache in her head, or the desire to go un-lectured, but instead of dragging herself to the heavily warded flat she could find blindfolded and concussed, she found herself outside her own door.

Home. Her lip curls at the thought while she fumbles at the lock. She has to lean heavily on the door to keep her balance, and once she manages to open the door she has to waste more time removing the blood, old habits dying even harder than stubborn battle mages.

Finally she could flop on the anonymous hotel bed, curling in on herself protectively. She doesn't bother with the lights - who cares? She doesn't need light to drop herself into a trance and start trying to heal the damage she's taken. Doing so distracts her from how much of an idiot she feels.

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[katyafeline.livejournal.com]

"He isn't well." She's blunt, the way she can't be around William. "In his time, with what it sounds like? His time would be better spent finding a coffin than a cure." Sure, even human medicine has dealt with tuberculosis in the when she came from. But in this case? It's a death sentence.


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"William has been a friend." She eyes her fingers sadly. Once, a very long time ago, it was discovered she had a talent for healing. She was convinced to go another way. Up until she came here, she hadn't regretted it for a second.

[olyabird.livejournal.com]

The older woman takes a long quiet drag, savouring the bitter smoke, letting the sting on the tip of her tongue knit her to this reality.

"So, is it your friend who isn't well? Or his brother?"

[katyafeline.livejournal.com]

"His brother. Younger brother." She knows, she knows, she's not supposed to change the lives, fates of humans. But surely now it doesn't matter. How can the treaty only have hold of her, and not any of the other people who live in this place?