Lance: "Yup!" He said as he dropped himself onto the couch. "And hey it's not an issue.." He says as he leans back on the couch, getting somewhat cozy.
Clemence: She was slightly put off by the manner Lance acted in; the way he "sat" on the sofa was appalling! She looked past that, however, and perched herself across from Lance on the sofa, having to sit at an awkward angle due to her corset.
Lance: He gulps a bit, noticing how poor his posture was. "So maam, I was wondering if we could just take a stroll around camp. Entirely your choice of course." He does his best to seem nice and mannerly.
Clemence: She mulls over this, wondering whether she would allow it or not. "Do you plan on courting me?" She asks Lance politely, an inquisitive look on her face. Her hands are clasped in her lap and she twiddles her thumbs as she waits for an answer.
Lance: He gulps, he considers lying. But he figures Clem will be like 99% of her gender and hate being lied to. "Well I wouldn't mind to tell the truth, I'd love to uhm..have that chance.
Clemence: "No, no, no." She mutters, not happy with Lance's lack of confidence in the matter. She schooches closer to him and clasps his hands in hers. "You are a man. You make up your mind. Do you, or do you not wish to court me?" She asks, not aware of the whole concept of women's rights, believing men are the superior gender.
Lance: He blushes lightly, not having been close to a girl like that in a while. "I do." He said in a powerful and stern tone upon facing her, sure that his confidence will earn him the treasure he seeks.
Clemence: "Good for you!" She exclaims, patting Lance on the hand. She's having a blonde moment, having forgotten that Lance was agreeing to wanting to court her. "So, who is the lady you plan on courting?"
Lance: "Well let's see...She's blonde, gorgeous, really classy and sitting right next to me." He said in a casual manner.
Clemence: "Sitting right next to me..." She repeats, a dreamy look on her face. She then realises what this means, and her hands fly off Lance's. "Oh!" She jumps up, beginning to pace back and forth, thinking out loud. "But this means a marriage has been sanctified. Have out father's discussed the match? I don't even know who his father is!..."
Lance: "Marriage? Aren't we moving a lil too fast?!" He laughs a bit, amused by Clem's very outdated ideals on courtship and marriage. "Uhm let's see everything wrong with that, teenagers don't really get hitched and arranged marriages aren't a thing..." He pauses for a moment. "Well...definitely not around here! I mean it's not really marriage it's called dating y'see.." He stood in her direction mid-pace, speaking in a calm tome hoping she'll relax and understand him.
Clemence: She stops a meter from Lance, looking distressed. "You expect me to so quickly throw away a core aspect of my dead culture?" In her frustration she sends out a dream energy wave. She runs her fingers through her hair nervously, this whole event was making her come undone.
Lance: His head moves around slowly. Everything seems to move very slowly and eery. "It- it's just our dads are.." He speaks weakly as he begins to dream. Lance is on a nice warm beach, radiant girls in revealing bikinis. "Well hello..." He admires the non existent girls.
Clemence: She pauses from her pacing when she hears Lance talking to someone. She turns and stares at him, suppressing a giggle when she sees his dreamy expression. Oops, she thinks. But her happy moment is brief and she goes back to thinking about her and Lance's courting.
Lance: "Phew..." He groans as the dream wave subsides and the images of the promiscuous looking girls and the warm beach faded. "Okay.." He mutters as he looks towards Clem. "Now what was I saying? Oh right, our dads are too busy being gods to really care who we marry y'know?"
Clemence: She turns and glares at Lance. "Excuse me?" She takes three steps towards him, close enough to poke him repeatedly in the chest, which she does. "Our.Parents.Care.About.Us.Or.Else.We.Would.Be.Dead." She stops poking him and walks away, collapsing onto her bed like a drama queen. "And what if I don't want to marry you?" She asks no one in particular, even though Lance is the subject of the sentence. I know people younger than I have been married, but I don't want to just yet. It all seems to be happening so soon... Clemence is still too stubborn to accept that people don't get married at such a young age, and a simple stroll around camp doesn't insinuate a marriage.
Lance: "Well..." He walks towards the bed, thinking it'd piss her off to sit down. "Yeah I don't think anyone our age wants to get hitched, that walk doesn't mean I have to put a ring on your finger and get down on one knee last time i checked."
Clemence: She had draped her arm across her eyes so she didn't have to see anything, but on Lance's words she moves her arm so she can glare at him. "Was the last time you checked 365 years ago? I think not." She drapes her arm back over her eyes and sighs. Something else that Lance had said confused her. "Why would you have to get down on one knee?" She's unaware that this is a tradition that has developed since her time.
Lance: "It's what a dude does when he's prop- WAIT WHAT?!" His eyes pop up O.O, a part of him just thinking Clem was some kind of renaissance freak. But when he thinks upon, this makes a lot of sense. Since it's common knowledge that many half-bloods have found ways to escape the horrors of old age and death. Such as an immortality curse or reincarnation. "I'm guessing you could tell a great story then.."
Clemence: "No." She says bluntly, and leaves it at that. She sighs, not wanting to remember her past, but Lance's poke that she could tell a story got to her. 349 sleeping in a crypt is nothing to share. She thinks. Wanting to find a happier memory from her past, she gingerly stands up and walks over to her wardrobe, pulling out a golden dress in 17th century style, hugging to her chest. She doesn't even care that Lance can see her, she's mentally blocking out his presence.
Lance: He gulps, guessing he's brought up an awful memory. "That's a great dress.." He said in an apologetic tone, a part of him thinking he should leave her be.
Clemence: She glances up briefly at Lance, glaring at him again, just wishing he would leave. He'd caused enough trouble and emotional turmoil for her already today. All she wanted was to sleep it off. She sends out another wave of dream energy.
Aaron: "Ugh..." He mutters as reenters the borders of camp, looking incredibly tired and drained. His eyes are red and his feet are quite swollen. He groans as he attempts to locate his cabin, his sense blurred.
Emmaline:She was in her cabin, curled up at her window observing the world. She has a clear view of camp from her room, and she can see all the way to the Big House. She sighs, having been bored and lonely for some time at camp, and she wonders what ever happened to Aaron.
Aaron: "Crap..." He mutters as he passes out from exhaustion, the camp ground being somewhat empty since many campers are off in the training grounds.
Emmaline:She sighs again and decides to take a walk around camp to get some fresh air. She dresses in a cream tunic and dark jeans and brushes out her hair, then puts on her hunting boots and heads out. She begins walking to the entrance of camp, wandering what she should do today.
Aaron: Aaron's aura of hunger was still active even when he was unconscious, he had passed out not too far away from the entrance.
Emmaline: As she neared the entrance she started feeling a little hungry, a feeling she generally associated with Aaron. She frowned. She'd eaten earlier, so she had no reason to be hungry unless... She looked around frantically, trying to find Aaron. She knew there was a chance it might not be him, but she was hopeful nonetheless. All of a sudden she notices a limp figure near the entrance of camp, and she runs over to it. When she realizes who it is she cries in joy. "Aaron!" She picks up his limp head and places it on her lap, nursing him.
Aaron: He groans and his eyes flicker open. He wants to sit up, but upon seeing Emmaline looking towards him. He blushes intensely and looks away a bit. "Yeah I know, not my finest hour.." He snuggles a bit, expecting a quick slap or something.
OOC: Sorry all my posts are shorter than yours T~T
OOC: It's fine :)
Emmaline: She's a little uncomfortable with the snuggling, but she's too happy to see him to care much. She looks down with a concerned expression, though her smile is still there. "Where on earth were you? You just sort of... vanished!" She grabs his head and sort of shakes it as if trying to shake out the thought of him leaving again.
Aaron: "Okay okay!" He can't help but chuckle as he manages to free his head of her grip. "Look I kinda had to take off for a bit, honestly it's great to see someone even cared.."
Emmaline: She raises an eyebrow at him. "Of course I cared. You and I are good friends, unless you forgot that on your trip." On an impulse, she brings her hand swiftly across Aaron's cheek in a slap. "Next time, tell me when you are leaving." She says in an offended tone.
Aaron: "You sure it's just friends" He asked as he quickly received the slap and groaned a bit. "Okay okay, I have crappy memory alright.." He defended himself as he winced through the pain.
Emmaline:She smiles in a teasing manner. "Yes, you do have a 'crappy' memory, as you say." She rolls her eyes and moves Aaron's head off her lap so he can sit up properly, then crosses her legs and stares at him. "I would like to know exactly where you were and what happened to you."
Aaron: "You sure you wanna know? It's kind of a stupid thing..." He said with shame, looking down. He can't bring himself to look her in the eye.
Emmaline: "I did ask, and if I didn't want to know I wouldn't have. So, tell me." At this point, Emmaline doesn't care if Aaron was chasing the pixies while he was gone she just wants a reason from him, some explanantion for the disappearance.
Aaron: "Look I was looking for my brother alright? He had disappeared a while ago and well...I missed him alright!" A tear ran down his cheek. "My dad and grandpa have no idea where he is!" He tears up more, his emotions getting the better of him. "I even started praying to my mom, she never answered me.." He covered his eyes with the top of his wrist, trying to wipe the tears out.
Emmaline: "Hey, hey, it's all going to be okay." She chanted softly as she reached over to wipe the tears from Aaron's face. At this moment she could not be more sympathetic. This was exactly how she had felt when her sister had gone missing. "Sometimes... sometimes they're in a better place." She starts tearing up herself, simply from the memory of her sister, but calms herself before the tears fall. She moves closer to Aaron and wraps her arm around his shoulder. "Trust me." She whispers.
Aaron: He blushed lightly when she wiped his tears. Then Aaron didn't feel so scared and alone, he had Emmaline. Granted she was cold at first, but she definitely had a heart of gold. Seeking comfort, he rested his forehead on hers. "Thanks." He whispered back, his tears having ceased and his eyes left slightly red from the crying.
Emmaline: She blushes, not expecting this kind of response from Aaron given the current circumstances. Nonetheless, she pulled him closer, knowing this was what the situation required. This was what she had needed when Darcy disappeared, this is what she was never given. Her tears started falling against her will, remembering how she had not been comforted in her time of need. I am stronger than this. She tries telling herself, but the tears keep flowing.
Aaron: "It's okay..." Realizing all of this must've brought up memories for Emmaline on how her sister vanished as well. Aaron wraps his arms around her and holds her tight.
Emmaline:She sniffles and wipes her nose on her sleeve, ashamed she let her emotions get out of hand. She wants to push away from Aaron, thinking she's being selfish as her trauma had passed, and Aaron was the one who needed affection and care right now. She places her hands on his chest and gently separates herself from him, concern in her eyes. "I'm fine, truly. I'm only worried about you."
Aaron: "Fine.." He muttered as he snuggled up to her a bit. He gives her a light kiss on the cheek, his emotions and feeling for her getting the best of him.
Emmaline: She blushes again, but doesn't snuggle into Aaron as expected. Instead, she stares at him, a feeling inside her trying to catch her attention. She's perplexed by this emotion, and frowns slightly to herself. Then, on a strange impulse, she moves her face close to Aaron's and kisses him full on the lips, her hands wrapped around him.
Aaron: He pulled her closer, he moaned into her mouth. His tongue intruded into her mouth, seeking to dance with her tongue.
Emmaline: After Aaron's strange response to her kiss, his tongue trying to merge with hers, she pulls back, a little concerned. Her whole face is a shade of strawberry pink and she can only stare at the ground, too confused to look at Aaron in the eyes. At least she has confirmed that she does, in fact, have romantic feelings for Aaron, but she's also reminded herself how frigid she is when it comes to having romantic moments.
Aaron: He repeatedly apologized as he looked down as well. "Too far right?"
Emmaline: She nodded quickly in response to Aaron's question, rather embarrassed. "I'm sorry for, uhm... being the catalyst of that situation?" She tries to apologise for her kiss, not sure if her excuse will be accepted. It seemed clear to her that Aaron returned her feelings of adoration, and that made her happy, but she knew, deep down, that she would never be able to sustain a relationship between the two of them if she couldn't hold a simple kiss.
Aaron: "Don't sweat it, but can I ask you something kinda weird? Like really weird?" His cheeks turned tomato red, a little sweat ran down his forehead.
Emmaline: She nods again, a little concerned over what Aaron might ask, but ready to take whatever it was and roll with it. "Of course."
Aaron: "Uhm maybe you'd wanna be my girlfriend?" He asked bashfully, his lack of memories doing stuff like this was against him. This was the only infatuation he had felt after Mnemosyne stole his memories.
Emmaline: She blushes, but she's taken aback by his suggestion. She moves away from him a little, scared of what his simple question implies for the future. She begins breathing heavily, her hand on her chest. She's not ready to commit to a relationship yet, she and Aaron only just shared their first kiss. She can't communicate how she's feeling, so she just continues hyperventilating.
Aaron: "Or, we could just take it slow?" He suggested, seeing how she felt.
OOC: Sorry, I remember them kissing a few times earlier. not like that tho. So i thought the gf request was okay >.<
Clemence: Clemence is in the park near camp, sitting on a bench and daydreaming. She had been feeling quite adventurous today, hence her trip out to the town. She had tried to make herself look as normal as possible, so she was wearing a rather simple light purple dress, still floor length, but less corseted and more flowing. It was long sleeved, and she had her hands clasped together so you could barely see them. She had worn her hair out, and had twisted two sections that had been tied together at the back. She was dreaming about her brother, a placid expression on her face.
Lance: He's wearing light blue jean shorts and a red Hawaiian shirt. He yawns, having woken up quite early in the morning. He whistles, getting close to Clem's bench.
Clemence: Her daydream takes a...pleasant.. turn, and she smiles to herself as she stretches out on the bench, indulging in her thoughts.
Lance: "Uhh...Clemence?" He asks, very much confused to her facial expression. He stands over her.
OOC: Good ol incest~ :D
Clemence:She slowly flutters back to reality, fixing her posture and stretching her arms up. She doesn't realise Lance is there until she touches him with one of her outstretched arms. "Oh!" She slides down the bench, away from Lance, her hand over her heart. "Dear Lord, you frightened me." She says in an airy voice as she realises it's Lance.
Lance: He couldn't help but chuckles as he kneeled down to her a bit. "My bad, you alright?" He asks in a slightly surprised tone, deciding not to ask her about her mysterious (wink wink) fantasies.
Clemence: "Oh, yes, I'm quite, quite fine." She mutters, ironing the creases in her dress with her hands. She blushes slightly, thinking it was un-ladylike of her to be indulging in such dreams while men were near. Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, she looks up at Lance and smiles. "How are you this fine morning?"
Lance: "Doin great, look y'know I'm sorry about..the other day right?" He asked as he sat down next to her. Taking the blushing of his crush as a good sign, which eased his nerves.
Clemence: "Oh..." She feels she should confess to Lance that it was fine, that she had forgotten the incidence, but she hadn't. She frowned slightly for a millisecond, before realising she didn't want Lance to know she was still a little upset at him. "That is o-k. I have wiped away all memory of that encounter." She smiles, turning more towards Lance.
Lance: "Cool beans, wanna go for a walk?" He bit his lower lip, figuring that slightly outdated slang would confuse her. "Nice day am I right?"
Clemence: She frowns at the term 'cool beans', her brow furrowing in a cute way. Clem feels a bit stupid whenever someone starts talking in modern slang, remiding her she's so out of date. She nods in response to Lance's second question. She looks up at the sky, basking in the sunshine. "Yes, it is."
Lance: He sits up, hoping she'll join him. "SO about that walk?" He said in a hopeful manner as he offered her his hand.
Clemence: She moves her hand over her eyes to block out the sun as she looks up at Lance. "Oh, of course, a walk." She muses, then gathers her skirts and stands up, not realising Lance had offered his hand.
Lance: He began walking with her, slightly offended that she didn't take his hand. But didn't think too heavily on it, determined to make this work.
Clemence: She breathes in the fresh air as she walks, her shoes making clipping noises on the pavement due to their small heel. "How are your siblings?" She asks Lance on a random whim, meaning his half siblings. I wonder if he has any other siblings? She thinks to herself.
Lance: "Meh I barely talk to me, most of em are all mopey cuz it's summertime. So where are from exactly?" He asks, curious to hear her life story. The idea of knowing a girl who slept for 500 years peaks his interest.
Clemence: Summertime, summertime. Why would they hate summertime? Clemence thinks. In an attempt to resolve her questions, she asks Lance, a curious look on her face. "Why do your siblings hate the summertime?"
Lance: "Uhm..my dad's the god of winter. So naturally they wouldn't be too keen on the idea of shit being all warm and sunny y'know?"
Nayra: Back in her room, Nayra stands arched over her dresser, her tears slowed down. There's a heap of tissues covering most of the dresser, except a little section that held a picture of Nathan and Nayra, and the clay rose Nathan had given her on their first date. Nayra stamped her foot, and made an exasperated noise. In a fit of emotion, she swept her hand across her dresser and the rose and picture fell to the floor, shattering on impact. Nayra began crying again and she fell into a heap on her bed.
Andrew: After arriving back at his cabin, the Apollo Counselor was nice enough to quickly heal him. He tried to get to sleep but just couldn't. He hoped playing his new Transformers game for a while would help him get sleepy, but to no avail. He was thinking about Nayra, she was willing to tear that girl apart just because she was all over him. Andrew grew fed up, he left his room and departed for the Hecate Cabin. Realizing he had to confront Nayra about this.}}
Nayra: Nayra was fast asleep on her bed, a shimmering golden blanket having been thrown over her by another Hecate camper. She had changed her outfit and washed off her body paint before she had gone to sleep, so she was wearing a summer pj set with witches on it and her haur was wet from being washed. She was having bad dreams, and she kept tossing and turning, looking unhappy in her slumber.
Andrew: After pleading with the Hecate Counselor He agreed to allow Andrew through the metal wall so he could see Nayra. Drake told him which room was Nayra's and went off to his own devices. Andrew stood in front of the door to her room for a while. Before knocking, knowing he simply couldn't rest until he received some closure.
Nayra:Nayra kept tossing and turning, until finally she woke up screaming, her dreams haunting her.
Andrew: "Nayra!" He called out to her instinctively, his worry growing.
Nayra: Hearing the voice that had been haunting her dreams, she screams again, and clambers off her bed to grab her cane from her floor. She hurridly unscrews the cap, checking which potions she had stored in the shaft. She finds a sleeping potion abd quickly skulls it, thinking this is all one horrible dream she can escape. She collapses in a sweaty heap, breathing heavily until her eyes flutter shut.
Andrew: He sighed as he took his leave, upset and distraught with himself. As he exited the hallway, he began to think the whole incident was his fault.
Nayra: In her haste to drink the sleeping potion, Nayra unknowingly smashed another vial from her cane, a poisonous gas. The purple gas was slowly spreading around the room, killing Nayra slowly in her peaceful sleep. Some of the gas begins seeping under her bedroom door and out into the cabin.
Drake: "Dammit Sean I know you stole my explosive potion! He yells as he begins to cough loudly. "Goddammit!" He yelled as he busted down the door to Nayra's room, tracking the horrid smell. He quickly yells "Purify" in Greek, a bright white light spreads throughout the room. Eliminating the deadly chemicals from the gas from existence, by extension the effects of the sleep potion lose their grip on Nayra. "Nayra wake up!" He shouted after kneeling down and shaking her body. "No no no no, can't lose another one. Can't lose another one..." He said in a panicked tone as he held her body.
Nayra: Despite having lost the effects of the sleeping potion, it was the right time of the morning for her to still be asleep, and she was. Nayra was unfortunately still dreaming unsettling dreams, and her body tremored slightly as Drake held her, bot from the dreams and the remaining effects of the poison.
Drake: "Ugh..." He groaned before saying "Awaken" in Greek. The spell would make Nayra feel like she got a complete 8 hours of slumber. Drake's worry grew, ready to teleport her to the Infirmary.
Nayra: Nayra awoke with a shock, her sweaty body pale and clammy, still weak from the effects of the poison. Her breathing was shallow, and her eyes looked as if they had sunken into their sockets, the eyes themselves bloodshot. She was shaking, foam at the corners of her mouth, clearly still effected from the poison (made of all natural ingredients *salesperson wink*) and wracked by her nightmares.
Drake: "Quiet I knew she's in bad shape!" He barked at some invisible passerby, his left eye twitching. "Leave us alone!" He screamed as if a group of people were there, laughing at Nayra's state. He attempted to cast a Detox spell or something, but his current stress caused him to mess it up and summon a 3 doves instead. "Focus.. focus!" He told himself as he attempted the spell again, fear and doubt spiraling in his mind as the doves flew out the window. Leaving a small number of feathers on the ground.
Nayra: A few pale feathers floated onto her face, one covering her right eye. Slowly, her eyes fluttered shut, her body shutting down to erase the poison. Deep in her subconscious, Nayra was weaving spells within her body, healing herself. This was just a lie, a dream that Nayra had conjured to make herself believe she was healing faster, and therefore heal faster.
Drake: "Mom please, I don't wanna lose another one...." Tears ran down his cheeks. His emotional state not allowing him to conjure a proper teleportation spell. He hoped the spell would do it's job. One of his tears dropping towards her forehead, Drake couldn't leave with himself if he lost another sibling, another child of magic dying while under his watch...
Nayra: Once again in her sub-conscious, dream-Nayra is still casting spells to heal herself. As she is only a dream she does not tire, and eventually her work begins to have visual results. Purple liquid begins slowly oozing out of Nayra's ears, nostrils and open mouth, a sign of the poison leaving her body. However, it doesn't look that healthy, a pale, unconscious girl with dark liquid seeping from multiple orifices.
Drake: "OH GOD!!!!!" He panicked as he saw the liquid. "Come on! Come on! Come on!" He repeated over and over again, his heartbeat raising. He quickly summon a green light around them both, teleporting them to the Infirmary. But in Nayra's room, a large scorch mark on the ground could be seen. In the infirmary, were 5 children of Apollo, 3 Hebe kids and 6 Healing Nymphs. The workers scrambled as Drake left Nayra on one of the open beds.
Nayra: The movement of her body unsettled the dream-Nayra, and she toppled in her dream-cave, stopping the healing for a moment. The dark liquid kept oozing however, something that would most likely put off all the attending healers, or at least make them a little concerned for Nayra's health.
Drake: The apollo kids scramble their medical books, never having seen anything like this before. The healing nymphs attempt to get a hold of her current status. Trying to make sure she's still breathing and such. Drake is just hypervenilating, wishing he could just fix everything.
Nayra: The dream-Nayra gets back to work, and the dark liquid begins turning clear over a period of an hour. Eventually, Nayra is cured enough and the dream-nayra dissipates into her subconsciousness, never to return. Nayra's breathing returns to normal, and her eyelids begin fluttering open.
Drake: The infirmary workers seem relieved, Drake looks over her in disbelief. "You okay..?" He asked sheepishly, pushing aside all those troublesome voices.
Nayra: She fully opens her eyes, squinting as they adjust to the light in the Infirmary. "Ugh..." She looks around, and upon finding Drake's face her eyes widen. Her memory of the previous night's events was hazy, but she certainly doesn't remember Drake being a part of any of it. Nayra slowly props herself up on her pillow, then fixes her inquisitive gaze on Drake, as if to say, "Explain."
Drake: "Well I mean i found you in your room passed out, there was some crazy poison gas in the room. Like i don't really know, everything happened really fast. I wasn't exactly cool headed about the whole thing.." He admitted
OOC: Last post, i really need to be outta the house before my mom comes from work. Later >~<
Nayra: "Great..." She mutters under her breath. The last thing she needs right now is an unstable counsellor trying to talk to her. She closed her eyes again, trying to put together the events of the previous night. Suddenly remembering something, she jolts up. "Where's my cane?"
Drake: "I didn't take it!" He quickly yelled in a terrified and panicked tone. His left eye twitches before he regains composure. "It's in your room I think.."
Nayra: She winced in response to Drake's panicked tone. Jeez, he needs to get out more. Or see a psych. Nayra thinks. She wishes that it wasn't Drake with her, but someone perhaps a little more sane. Perhaps even Andrew, although she suspected last night's fiasco had something to do with him. She scowls and rubs her temple. "Okay, get someone to get me my cane. I want it."
Drake: He quickly nodded, telepathically commanding one of the wolves from the cabin to retrieve the cane. A few moments later, albeit stained with canine saliva Drake accepts the item from the beast. "Sorry.." He told her, gulping a bit.
Nayra: Nayra looks at her beautiful cane in disdain, seeing the saliva and slight indents from the wolf's teeth. She sighs in an exasperated manner, as snatches the cane from Drake. "You're an ok counsellor, but you're a shit carer." She mutters as she unscrews the cap of her cane, her brow furrowed. Once the cane is opened, she tips it upside down and the remaining potion, a healing potion, slips onto the folds of Nayra's bed. Nayra stares at it, and then at Drake, then back at the cane, then at Drake. She motions with her hands to the potion. "If there was a 'crazy poison gas' in my room, it had to have come from somewhere, right? Right? And mayyyyyyyybe I made an antidote, hm?"
Drake: "I-I didn't really think you had one, most people can figure out poisons but not cures." He pauses for a moment. "Not to say that you're inexperienced! I'm sure you're very well educated, I just...got worried and panicked..."
Nayra: She stares at Drake blankly, an eyebrow raised. She was choosing to ignore the almost-insult that Drake had thrown at her, and she chose to concern herself with her counsellor's well-being. "Who the f*ck messed around with your head?"
Drake: He stares at her blankly for a moment, before plainly responding. "I ask myself this question every morning..."