When Danger Follows

Demitri keeps up, watching through a scope as he gets into position. Taking in a deep breath, he calculates and determines his next action. No other target he faces has been this difficult before, but he is known as an expert. Even before this he is the one people go to when no other options are left. He is the one people call a nobody and pretend does not exist.

Normal is not part of his life.

Letting out the breath, Lydia in his scope, the blond takes his shot. The tranquilizer flies through the air, going right for her neck.

*

Blinking at the sight of what Finlay is capable of, Khunara merely gives him a smile and gently guides his hand away from his eyes. “Perhaps you shouldn't do that,” She suggests in a soft tone. “For now, do your best to keep resting and I will see if the nurses here can assist in giving you physical therapy. You've not been out long, but moving around over time will help you grow stronger.”

Getting to her feet, she grabs up a chart and looks over it. “I'm going to set up a proper diet for you with what is available here.” She continues, looking toward the young man who's eyes match her own at the moment. “We should also get your power more appropriately known to you. I don't want anyone abusing you over it...” She keeps looking over the chart, humming softly.

It is good to see Finlay stable, but she wants to help her patient get into top health.

*

Sophia spends the entirety of the journey keeping her eyes peeled, straining her ears, and keeping note of all the plants and animals that they pass. Growing up on a farm, she is harshly aware of the trials the world can send toward an individual, even a group.

Her deep as ocean blue eyes turn to Perrine when she hears him speak again. “Vhat skillz yoo n Hooney have?”

She takes a moment to contemplate the words, to decipher them. Glancing down at her companion, Honey, she swallows her anxiety and constant discomfort that comes from being around men. “We are hunters,” She explains in a voice far calmer than she feels. “I can skin, gather other ingredients, know plans, both edible and not...Uhm...”

What else is there for her to say? She's good for that, but anyone surviving out here probably does. Of course, her furs and leathers that she wears are also made by her own hands. Something she is secretly proud of, but has never once attempted to do for others. Speaking to people is not her favorite pass time, though, so she does not know if anyone will welcome her homemade wardrobe.

“I used to be good for...other things.” She admits after a long moment of silence, but does not explain further. The past she wants to erase is going to always haunt her, always be there to torment her personally. It is something she wants to pretend will never follow her. Her luck has been good so far, for she has not run into any of those men her father used to bring to her.

She hopes never to find them again.

So, in order to steer things away from that, she asks, “If there is anything I can do to be of help, please let me know, Perrine.”