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[Well, there's clearly something more to that, but this isn't exactly the most personal or private place to talk about it, so Rowan doesn't push. Especially given what she said about her pack the first time they met.]

But they put electronics in your head for it, and you don't know if they're still there?

Yes.

...They put me in a Weaver-box that made me sleep for the way there, too. The box was in when I woke up.

[Can you tell just how desperate she was, to have put up with all of that.]

[Must have been really desperate.]

Well, like I said. Sense Weaver is probably your best bet. I can try and ask for it, but I've got other stuff I need first so I can't promise it'll be quick. Other option is surgery and someone taking a look, but I dunno if there's anyone who could do that that we can trust here.

They said that taking it out without their special equipment would kill us, and one of the others confirmed it.

[Which might tell Rowan that there's probably more to it than just a box.

...] I will ask for the gift, when I can. [Considering all she just got, she doubts they'll grant her more of anything any time soon.]

All right. Let me know when you get it, 'cos if I have any spare Favour floating around I can still ask for it. [Unlikely that she won't beat them since she has almost everything of matter back now, but Rowan doesn't know how quickly she's been gathering it.]

...if you take it out and I die from that, do you think they'll put it back in before reviving me?

[She doesn't like the thought of dying; what might they fuck up while she's dead? But in a place where you are revived, a procedure that will kill you holds less threat.]

No way am I taking it out, I don't have any medical skills.

[They pause, thinking.]

I don't know that anyone here does, most people seem to come from places less technically advanced than home, and you'd need a surgeon in any case. Honestly, if there is something there, the Fae might be your best bet in getting it removed, even if it does mean using more Favour. Unless you know someone who might be able to. Bearing in mind they seem to have ways of making tech work here more or less with magic I'd assume they have enough control of it through it to bypass whatever the fuck was done.

[But they know Weaver things!!!!! Clearly this is their expertise! Why are they so useless!!!!

She's still going to defer to their greater knowledge on this topic.]

I will think on it.

[Maybe the conflict that she's by now really becoming aware of between trying to be a good Red Talon and entering that literal fucking challenge with Ren is a good thing, because it might get her enough Favour to get the box removed and if that happens she can justify it. Right? Weaver shit out of your body should have a very high priority even putting some instincts and such temporarily in abeyance?]

[Rude! They gave her more answers than she's managed to come up with in however long she's been stuck here!]

Like I said, let me know. I'll help you if I can, but there's stuff I need first.

[Life is not fair, Rowan, and neither is the Talon.]

...you would have sex for me?

[She's foisted off a number of tasks on homid packmates before, but she hadn't considered that one yet.]

[.......... yeah they did just offer that, didn't they.]

Putting it like that makes it awkward. But yeah, I guess so. We help one another, right? Stronger together blah blah blah. Plus you scratch my back, I scratch yours.

[That and for all that she's weird and Red Talon-y, she's still one of two people that they can be honest to here, and that does mean a lot.]

[If she thinks about it like that, they can probably consider it a trade-off for her teaching them how to hunt. And track. And generally deal with a forest.]

We do.

[And then, very abruptly, her tone softens.] It's good you and Ren are here now. It's been long.

Yeah. I can't imagine having been here as long as you were without anyone.

Maybe if Ren gets her forms back we can all go hunting together. I promise to try to not scare everything away. [They chuckle.]

I'll teach you how to hunt in lupus then, too.

[It won't be the same as with her own pack; not being a pack, not being joined with a totem, they won't be one the same way. But it will still be much better than hunting alone.]

...there was one other, in the place before the place before here. But that was a long time ago. She was an ahroun, too.

Maybe in lupus I won't scare everything off from a mile away trying to get through the forest. [They laugh at themself. Look, the forest just isn't their natural habitat, okay?]

Right, the one who broke the Veil? [She must have been a bit of a double edged sword.]

Yes.

...she drank a lot. [Functional alcoholic, not that Silent-Death could name that.]

Is that why she broke the Veil? [Rowan doesn't judge her any less for that. They've been pissed plenty of times and never broken it.]

...

[Silent-Death falls quiet for a long time and eventually states in the most icy voice.]

She had stopped caring.

Actual harano or just giving up? [Because harano is an actual reason, at least. Not an excuse, but a reason.]

I don't know.

[Her voice hasn't softened. Harano is no excuse for considering the Veil pointless, for thinking that the entire Litany can go out of the window like it doesn't matter.]

Nothing is sufficient cause to not care about the Litany.

It's a reason, not an excuse. [Rowan echoes their thoughts to her.]

Either way, what's done is done. I'm pretty sure none of us are going to go and shout about it, so you don't have to worry about it any more. [Whatever they think about the other two, Rowan's at least sure that neither of them are purposefully going to let things slip. Accidentally is another issue entirely, and exactly why they're at least attempting to keep a veil of plausible deniability between them.]

No.

[She might have all kinds of thoughts about Ren, but the Fionn is a solid Garou, if very young. She sees no reason to worry about her in that regard.]

...it would be easier if people stayed dead.

Yes and no. Problem is, there's too few people here. People'd notice and start asking questions, even if they did stay dead. Might not get round quite as quickly, but it would still get round, and people'd be after our heads too.

They might think they went back home.

Might be. It's a what if anyway, so not that deep.

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