The Long Drive Home

[-:|[ Titania ]|:-]

[]This takes place after the room play. []

After Xavier left the bar, Titania wasn't to far behind, only it took her longer. She was not a drinker and she had more then enough to be considered drunk. Did she know she was drunk? No, she knew she was feeling a bit light headed. But she, in her state, didn't think to much about it. If she had been in a better state of mind, she would of known, known not to drive. But she wasn't, and once she made it outside, because she did make it. No one had stopped her or even tried, not that it would of been hard to stop her, but that was neither here nor there. She stumbled over to her car....leaning against the hood, she lifted her key bob and pressed the button, the horn beeped at her. She stood up off the hood and looked at the car. "I don't want any back talk from you!" And she moved to press the other key bob button, the lights flickered and the car unlocked.

Steps she took them slowly to the drivers side door, and opened the door, crawling inside. That was the best way to describe the way that she made it into the car. Once she was inside she had a small struggle with the door. But she won and the door was closed. The seat belt, well that took more energy, and she wasn't sure if it was completely locked in. Not once did the thought enter her mind not to drive. Not once did it enter her mind that something bad might happen. The keys were slipped into the ignition. Did she miss it once or twice, maybe. But the car went into gear easy enough, she had parked so she wouldn't have to go in reverse, and that was probably a good thing.

It was night, and thankfully the car itself, the lights turned themselves on. So she did not have to attempt to turn them on. As she drove, she did not look at the speedometer, she just pressed the gas to go. Her hands were clutching the wheel, for a while it was a straight shot, it was only after going through downtown that she had to make any turns. Her farm was on the outskirts of New Haven. She had driven about ten minutes worth of driving, almost to the Starbucks but still a ways to go to her home. The driving was erratic, if anyone else had been on the road, hopefully they had moved out of the way, or were not tailgating her. It was then, that she fell asleep at the wheel, she didn't feel the car as it tugged over to the edge of the road. The tires rolling along the gravel on the side of the road did not wake her up, she was out. Passed out.

The car did not make it to the down town and that might be good, because it was suddenly in the ditch. The ditch was deep enough that it was going to take a bit to get the car out. The front of the car was down in the ditch, only the back end and the back quarter panel of the car was visable from the road. She had not hit the breaks so the lights were not showing. The car was blue, it might show up a bit. If anyone came across the car, and happened to look inside, Titania was in the drivers side, the air bag on the driver side had not came out, and she was hugging the steering wheel. A small trickle of blood was leaking from a small cut on her forehead. She looked...peaceful, but if one looked and could see in the dark, they would see her chest was lifting and falling as if she was in a deep sleep. She was, still sleeping.

[Stranger]

So much could be said on the subject of circumstantial opportunities. They were never expected and if a person were wise they never turned it down or looked away. Tonight, one of those opportunities was presented.

No one could ever be quite sure as to why this particular man was walking about on the street at this hour of night, where he was going and where he had been were not advertised in anything that he wore or objects that he had with him. Of the latter there were none and the former consisted of his work boots, black baggy pants and an open that would shift in the slightest degrees with the motion of his walk.

Sometimes it was good to walk to places instead of appearing outside of doors or a block away. Take tonight. If he had chosen another means of travel then he would not have smelled the small trickle of blood the was in air or the scent that occurred after a car had crashed. As he proceeded up the road the site that he knew he'd find: a crashed car. The back end was visible as the rest was lodged down in the ditch. The city should really look into the investments of railings where the turns dropped down into dangerous holes.

There was no one else around. He didn't see them and any sensing he had of them was nothing to bother him over. Circumstantial opportunity.

The man approached the car and walked down into the ditch having his hand on the side of the car for the appearance of support should anyone suddenly arrive. He wanted to move quickly. Crashed cars were likely to leak oil and that could result in a fire. While that was of little consequence to him it was something that he didn't want to be bothered with if there was no need.

Dirt and debris found it's way onto the clothing that he wore as progress was made to the drivers side and he looked through the windrow. How serendipitous that it was someone he had seen before. In the coffee shop. Now to get her out the man would bend the door. Taking it by the handle his hand pushed inward enough to grab on to the actual framework and it was on this that he pulled, budging it out. With that he let go and pulled that instead to bring the door to him with more than a grunt or two - there were still things that actually needed work to achieve. Nothing happened with the snapping of fingers.

The opening wasn't very wide but it was wide enough for him to get in. The seatbelt restraint was pulled from the door’s wall and taken from off around her. Getting as much a hold as he could the man pulled the unconscious woman from out of the car and out of the ditch.

He crossed to the other side of the road where there was a bit of tall grass. Taking off his vest he laid it on the ground and laid her down on top. She was bleeding, yes, but perhaps that would bring another to her aid. Before he stood two fingers were used and brushed on the grass around by her head. The wild predators and those meant to harm her would now stay away.

Now he would stand and continue on to where he was going.

[Damon Fauci]

It was night. His time of day. Damon had business on this particular road, with one of his pupils. Who was less than eager to hear what he had to say, but how did that differ than any other night? His pupil's unwillingness to be taught had never granted her a reprise and tonight would be no different.

Or so Damon thought. As they turned onto this road from a path - or was it a rustic gravel side street? - a hand well placed in his pupil's back indicated the direction in which he wanted them to turn. The opposite direction from Titania's car and the ditch that claimed it. Until his routine inhalation to test the scent of their new location picked up the barista's scent.

And blood. She had never bled in his presence before, but the nature of how her natural odor and the vital fluid mingled provided safe ground for assumption. His words were unusually short with the one who currently stood by his side, looking up at him with a quizzical expression. "Go, on your own. And not back to the inn. Don't for a minute fool yourself into thinking I won't know if that's exactly what you do."

His companions grumbled replies where ignored. With vampiric haste, Damon did not give his one pupil a second glance as he went to the aid of his other. Standing over her body which was laid out in the grass, the vampire knew two things with certainty. One, he had been correct - the blood he smelled was Titania's own, as there it was trickling down her forehead. And two, someone had been here. The fact that she was laying in the grass, the vest, and the lingering smell of a man gave him threefold confirmation.

Kneeling by her side, the index and middle finger of his right hand were pressed against the most fulsome of her veins. As the sluggish beat of her heart upon his ears suggested, the blood was laboring through the body. Not uncommon, when trauma is suffered. When it came to assessing injuries that were not plainly visible, Damon was no healer. That did not mean, however, that he didn't have the power to heal.

Quite the contrary, his blood was rather skilled at doing just that. Lifting his left hand to his lips, one of Damon's keen eyeteeth punctured into his thumb enough to get a steady flow of blood to run. Lowering the wound, with his blood he painted across her bottom lip. When offered forth to another, the blood carried with it a thrall all of its own - a potent enticement strong enough to stir the reflexes of the nearly dead to summon the little strength they have to drink, and live. In this way, for an unconscious body vampiric blood was as rousing as smelling salts.

Titania. He didn't bother to speak her name aloud. Instead, for the first time, he spoke within her mind. There was no question that his words to come were compelling her, a sly mental voice that would tickle her from the deep recesses of her mind. So deep that when Damon did this to others, they often mistook the notions he planned within them for their own. Open your eyes.

If she did not, that would tell him much about the severity of her condition. If she did, then with her gaze upon him they would proceed to care for her situation.

[Xavier]

He knew this would end badly. Now, he had never heard of a DUI, or a drunk driving ban, or even the term driving drunk, because he felt it was common sense to not do so. You wouldn't straddle a horse if you were drunk, because you would dash your brains out on the ground soon after. That is why he had waited close by the exit of the inn and, upon seeing her get into her vehicle, had sighed, cursed softly, and begun shucking clothing. He had paid a good price for this particular coat and did not want to see it in shreds....

Before too long, he was loping behind her car, at a safe distance, of course, keeping up rather easily. That is why he had a panoramic view of what played out. He would have yelled out, but his voice had locked. For the first time in his life, he had frozen. What spurred him into action? His memory of the way the thing smelled told him there were components of the vehicle that were combustible. She may be fine now, but he did not like her chances if the thing burst into flames. He switched to the better-suited hybrid form to go and help her out, when....wouldn't you know it, there's a leech in the works. Don't you hate it when that happens? He had no idea who the other fool was, but he would do well to bugger off before he found himself on the menu. Now, to deal with Little Fang.

"You. Back off. My mate." His breathing was ragged, and his lips were drawn back in a snarl. The way his eyes rolled from her to the vampire, there was no doubt he was pissed, along with a little scared. A quick glance told him that the damnable vehicle was not destroyed, but that was a small comfort to him. "I'm not asking, and I won't.....f-cking...repeat...myself. Move." If the fellow would not move, he would be casually brushed aside as Xavier went to Titania's side. Something felt broken inside him, and he had no idea what it was until he tried to channel. He almost wiped himself from existence when he seized Saidin, basically because it came so freely. He had, it would seem, experienced the same thing his half-sister Madeline had, and had broken a block between himself and the Source. He already knew what the weaves looked like, having seen them thousands of times bring a man back who had taken an arrow through a lung, or a gutshot soldier...he had seen a man Healed from being nearly roasted alive in a suit of ill-thought-out armor. This should not be a problem, right?

A few moments later, he was cursing himself silently for thinking that 'not a problem' bit. His head was bursting, he was sweating like a harlot at the inquisition, and he had developed a bit of tunnel vision. But with the amount of Power he was pushing into her to Delve for injuries and repair what he found, she should be fine. He stopped for a moment, lifting her and turning to the direction of the Inn. He would go and see his sister, just to be sure. She was miles better at Healing than he was, and it would be beneficial for her to awaken amidst familiar faces. If the vampire were still there, he would get a snort and a possessive growl as Xavier's form once again changed to hybrid and, holding Titania close to him, he stared at the "man". If he had anything to say, it would be a good idea to get it out and to be soft spoken.

[-:|[ Titania ]|:-]

The kindness of strangers. One would not often have to rely on such, and as the way that people were, it was a good thing. Thankfully in her altered and passed out state, the stranger that found the car, was helping. It would have been easy for the man to keep walking. To leave her pinned in the vehicle, not knowing if the car was going to explode, or stay in one piece. The damage to the vehicle might not look so bad, but what happened under the hood and he under carriage could change that. Thankfully she would not be in the vehicle, so her body would not be found at a later date, nicely charred, if it did decide to blow.

When the stranger took her from the car, she was limp. Not dead limp, but passed out, limp. Dead weight. If she had been conscious she would of told him not to bother, because she knew how much heavier a person could feel when they were dead weight instead of able to give some help. As he carried her over to the tall grass, laying down the vest and her, if she had been awake she would of thanked him for the kindness. The thoughtful part of taking care that wild predators would not attack her unconscious form. It was a very thoughtful touch.

With his leaving, there would be no thanking him later. Not unless he made himself known, and if someone told her they found her on the grass. Though it was a lesson, a lesson that strangers still had kindness, and if your lucky you would receive such a kindness, that of a stranger. She did not know when the stranger left and Damon appeared on the scene. Did not know that so far there had been two people, two people that had cared for her, in different ways. There would be no action, or reaction from her, that was until Damon’s finger, the one he had punctured brushed over her bottom lip. There was a twitch of her nose, though her eyes did not flicker, nor was the skin around her eyes showing any movement. Her lower lip was moving, slowly but it was moving, sucking itself into her mouth, where the hint of her pink tongue could be seen moving against the blood to draw it into her mouth. When her lip was clear it would pop back out.

A voice in her head, she heard it, she knew that voice. Not when it was in her head, but she would not know that it was not spoken out loud., but the word, her name, did make it through the meddled mess. With the cut on her forehead she obviously hit her head. ‘Open your eyes’ that had come to her as well…but when she tried that did not happen, a flicker of the skin around her eyes showed a pulse of movement, but nothing opened. It was then she heard the voice, another voice that she knew, a voice that she had heard whisper to her in the dead of the night. She also heard the tone, and she wanted to sit up and speak, to tell him that Damon was a friend. But she wasn’t able to do that.

Then she felt a rush from the vampiric blood and the powers of Xavier’s magic’s surged into her form, she could feel it as if small hands very small hands were pushing and inspecting her form, and the repairs it was fixing. There was a spot where her stomach was bruised on the inside, which would be healed. A twisted ankle, the foot that had been on the gas, had gotten a bit of damage. Her knees had both hit the front of the car in front of her, the right knee also bounced off of the middle of her car, where hard plastic was molded. Her arms had flailed and then gone back. Her head was throbbing. It was another feeling she had, the head pain, which was to be expected. The blood that had been trickling had stopped and was now dried upon her forehead. A few small bumps and bruises that were under the surface were all that lasted. But they did not last for long, between the healing from both of the men. Between the two men, she was healed from her adventure. Her body shivered she was cold, and she snuggled into Xavier instinctively as he was holding her, it was a natural reaction. Slowly her lids lifted as if they weighed a hundred pounds each, coughing out. “Damon….Xavier….what’s going on?” Even in her tired state she realized that they did not know each other, and she thought to rectify that. “Xavier, this is my friend, Damon. Damon, this is my boyfriend, Xavier.” He was her boyfriend the last time she knew, and she was putting titles with their names. Just in case there was any confusion.

[Damon Fauci]

When Damon did not wish it, moving him was as simple as Sisyphus' fruitless attempt to push his boulder up the mountain. Thus, no casual act would move this vampire unless he was willing. In this instance, Damon was not willing. Titania's charming boyfriend could make whatever assumptions he liked as the man made himself victim to his own anger and fears - which mingled with the man's scent as surely as his sweat - but Damon was no happenstance scavenger taking advantage of easy prey who would be scared off at the first sign of a predator.

He was a predator himself. One that was centuries old, and well practiced in dealing with all sorts. From what the vampire observed, this man had a temper which blinded him and pushed him to hasty responses, just like Damon's other pupil. As with Jade, Damon's smooth silken manner did not change nor did his tone as he pointed out with nonchalant logic, "You did just repeat yourself, boyfriend." He had never pressed Titania for the man's name, as he'd had no reason to know it until this very moment. Even now, calling Xavier by the man's relation to his pupil was suitable enough for the vampire.

So, while Xavier tended to Titania, Damon was right there. He had not moved, as what Xavier told him to do was entirely not of his concern. His concern was for the well-being of his pupil alone, and this is was the only reason he did not interfere with Xavier's work. While Damon could not see the energy the man drew down, the vampire could feel its course of travel into Titania. He would interfere only if there was an adverse effect. And so, while the rest of his senses were at the ready to alert him to other bouts of tantrum should they arise, his eyes were fixed on Titania to watch for indication of any ill effects.

It was quickly observed that the blood he'd brushed across her lip was gone. What serendipitous circumstance had been born out of a tragic situation. Normally he would crown such occasion with one of his fleeting, devilish grins. But that urge was tempered now, his face a mask of casual concern. No more, no less. He watched as life stirred within Titania, and his mask broke to reveal bemusement as the girl was cognizant enough to provide introductions. "As I've gathered, Bella. You suffered an accident in your car, and three came to your aid." He would leave it up to her to count that only two stood here now, a vest in the place of the third. The scent on that vest was more than familiar to the vampire. It was known. But Damon did not divulge that information to either of the couple, as he thought there was no need.

"As your wellness was my only business here with you, I leave you in the passionate arms of your lover." The word passionate was dryly spoken. Passion was deeply important to the Italians, and to see it put to what he felt was gross misuse…well. The color of the word would be his only comment on that matter.

In fact, as Damon would question her about the events that transpired this night another time when she was in a better state of mind, there was only one thing left to say. "I will seek you out for another lesson soon, Titania. So heal with speed." A brief nod was his gesture of departure. Should they not delay him, Damon would set course for where his attentions were intended to be focused tonight. On his other pupil. If either chose to delay him, that remained to be seen.

[Xavier]

His eyes narrowed slightly at the snide words coming from this prancing poof. "Sorry, Mister Tall, Dark, and Forehead...you're not my type. Don't call me boyfriend." Xavier could be a decently level-headed person when given the chance.

It's a shame he wasn't given that chance very often.

After hearing the words from Titania, he simply looked up to the leech and nodded. "Damon." A friend was not a bad thing, so long as the friend knew to keep his hands to himself lest he lose one. This one struck him as the type that assumed he was brilliant and everyone else was a lackwit. In short, the type that Xavier enjoyed tearing off of their high horse.

For the time being, he had more important things on his mind, such as getting Titania to the inn and to someone who could check his work. He felt as if he had done it all correctly, but she still needed to be Delved in order to make sure the Healing had worked. When she had completely gotten over this, he would ask about these lessons, but for now, it was her health he was concerned with. He would head in the direction of the inn, able to cover much more ground now than he would be in the human shape. The vampire was completely forgotten by the time he got to the doors.

[-:|[ Titania ]|:-]

She would give Damon a weak smile before he left. He was her friend, and had been her friend, for longer then she had known Xavier. Damon had not ever done anything that would give one a belief that it was more then friendship, teacher-student relationship. She would give Xavier a small pinch, just a little one, because she was dreadfully tired.

With Damon gone, and Xavier taking her to the Inn, she just well went along for the ride. Hopefully she was not an uncomfortable burden in his arms. Her thoughts were moving over a few things, things that one might not think to important, but still the same.

Curious of whom Xavier was taking her too, she curled up against him, the best she could while he was moving. She just wanted to sleep, a small shiver. Her thoughts were curious of what her next lesson would be.

[Xavier]

His steps led him into the inn, past the counter, and up to his room. There, he would lay Titania down on his bed and revert, dressing his now-human form before heading back out. His sister was across the hall, and that was who he sought.

Having learned his lesson from the last time he had knocked on Ryan's door, he knocked twice, loud enough to be heard, and stood back. She would know who it was, and she would also know that he was agitated by his scent and the fact that he was shifting from one foot to the other. He would wait, though. He didn't know where Madeline was, and he was quite sure his mother would lecture both himself and Titania...or give them one of those withering stares she was so fond of.

[De'Ryanna Aybara]

De'Ryanna was in her room. Maybe he had just gotten there or perhaps she had been there for a while, but whatever the reason she was in her room and she senses her brother outside of her door. Pulling on a pastel pink silk robe she opened the door just enough so that he could see her face and she leaned on the frame. "Yes Xavier? What delightful news brings you here.?"

"Ryan, thanks for answering. It's Titania...that vehicle she drives went haywire or something and she got hurt. I tried to Heal her, but I'm kind of new to it, and I wanted to see if you'd check her out. A Delving, maybe, to see if I missed anything." He was visibly shaken, and was still moving from foot to foot.

She couldn't achieve the same stare as their mother but her eyes dropped to partial slits as her eyes stared hard at him. In her mind she was calling him a fool but she didn't voice it. A novice doing healing on a person. "Where is she? Let's go." Already shooing him backwards with her hand. She obviously wasn't with him. "Let's hope you didn't do any damage with your attempts.."

”In my room, and I certainly didn't hurt her. No, driving drunk did that well enough without my intervention." He had figured she'd find a way to blame him, just not so soon.

Though she knew where his room was she would let him take the lead, following as she tied her robe and fiddled with her hair to pull it back into a bun rather than having it loose on her head.

Since their rooms were close, they did not have far to walk. Xavier opened his door, waiting for Ryan to walk inside first. "Obvious statement, but she's on the bed."

She was awake. A small yawn slipped out as she blinked her eyes. She heard Xavier's voice but she wasn't sure whom was with him. In a moment she would perhaps? She was getting warmer now that she was in his bed.

Ryanna stepped in the room and gave it a cursory look over and spotted Titania in the bed. Yes, she remembered her from that time in the bar. She had offered to help clean up after her brother and the others acted the way they did. Fortunatly the one who needed help wasn't one of the people on Ryanna's 'list'. She walked over to the bed and placed a hand on her forehead. just checking for temperature. "Are you conscious.?" which was better than awake. Was she consciously aware of herself is what it meant .

He was feeling vaguely like an unneeded tool, so he occupied himself with getting some warm water and a cloth to clean the area that had been bleeding on her head.

Now, when De'Ryanna came into the room, a flicker of recognition would flitter over Titania's eyes. Not exactly the position that one wanted to be found in. Tempers got the better of people sometimes. Made people do things without thinking. A soft intake of breath. "I think so." Her voice was still soft, though she did not whimper while Xavier wiped the dried blood from her forehead.

"Do you know him." Casually motioning over to her brother who was trying to make himself busy. she didn't say his name because she didn't want to influence Titania's memory.

Oh! This was a easy one! "It's my friend...Da...no no..its Xavier. My boyfriend. Yes. Right?" She was a bit discombobulated, she had been with both of them at the scene, not to mention the third person.

Imagine a young man looking like his face had suddenly gained thirty years. Xavier's face fell...yes, he heard her almost call him by the leech's name, but he wouldn't say a word about it. Instead, he nodded. "Very worried boyfriend."

Ryanna patted Titania on the shoulder as she spoke to her brother. "it's alright Xavier. You said she had an accident. She could still be a bit confused. Was there anyone there beside her and yourself?"

"Yeah. Somebody that helped her out of the car...didn't get a good look or scent from them...and the lee.....vampire. Damon, of course." He would hold his own counsel on the half-man and not discuss it with anyone.

She took a shaky breath. A blink as she looked between the two. She did not understand why Xavier seemed to hate her friend on first sight. Oddly at the moment she did not remember De'Ryanna's reaction either.

"If he was there as the first face she saw then it's perfectly logical for her to have his name first when being ask for names." She gave him a nod. "It's first vision. " She had met Damon before, briefly, if he was the man that came to get her from the bar. He was a vampire. Damon. She looked back to the current patient. "Aside from my brother, did anyone else do anything to you that you can remember? How close are you to this vampire? Do you share blood?" Then she looked back to Xavier. "If they do then there's no need to worry at all. side from a headache possibly from the Delving she'll be fine."

At that question, Xavier's eyes widened a bit...he had not thought of that possibility...and he bit his lip a bit to avoid growling. "Good to know."

His was the first face she saw. She did not see the stranger that rescued her from the car. Do anything to her? "I..don't remember." She did not remember, even if she felt like he was there. "I don't think we have. But if feels like he's here." She glanced around the room because they were alone weren’t they? "Do you think we share blood?" She looked utterly lost and confused.

"If you don't think you have then you haven't. I doubt it's something you would forget." She spoke rather plainly and with a matter of fact tone as she started to move her hands over Titania's body, pressing in at the joints and feeling for any tissue that may be out of place. No she wasn't as good as a doctor but she knew the basics and if her brother had healed her - no matter how novice he was at it - the fact that she could communicate with them and not have pain in doing so said a lot. "No one else is here." she saw her looking around and backed up from the bed. "Stand up, you can hold my arm or better yet Xavier’s." He was here, may as well make him useful? "But if you feel he's with you then he's done something to you. Probably woke you up. Come on now. Up you go."

She didn't say it in alarm, she even gave Xavier a reassuring smile. "Nothing to worry about."

He stepped over and offered his hands to Titania, smiling back to sister with relief evident in his smile. "Come on, Ti, I gotcha." He was glad to feel useful finally, if only for literal support and not much else for the moment.

: Ryanna moved to the other side of her brother and gave him a whack to his shoulder. "If that's how you hold your girlfriend I'm surprised your still together. She had a car accident, she's not made of glass, put some umph behind it." was she teasing her brother? Probably.

Well that was good to know right? She doubted it was something that she wouldn't remember. She did not whimper or call out, because with everything that had been done for her there, it had fixed her right up. Except for begin so sleepy. She would slowly stand, holding onto Xavier, a bit shaky, but that was due to her night not any pain. "Oh he wouldn't do anything to hurt me." She shook her head slightly, clinging onto Xavier's arm. But a grin was formed at Ryan's words. "Harder X." Yes she did just say that.

"Pft. Like I never heard that one before." He smirked, shooting his sister a smart-assed look. "I know she isn't made of glass, but I didn't think she'd be very pleased if I snatched her arm off either."

"She is dating a Lycan, is she not?" Statement of fact. "I think she'd be rather displeased if you didn't ravish. I may be your sister but I'm not prude. They say the best way to make sure someone is in good working order is to take them for a ride. And I don't mean on a horse or cart." and she nodded to Titania as she tapped herself on the nose. Where did Ryan hear that from? Might be surprised...

She was still standing as they spoke. It did not offend her. She didn't even blush. A grin, she would be rather displeased if he didn't ravish! It wasn't just her that thought he was to..polite about such things! See! Ravish! Rawr!

".....good point. So, up for a ride, Titania? And not...in the vehicle. Maybe somewhere that we don't have to worry about breaking stuff?" Smile-smile.

Blame it on the night. She looked at Xavier. A soft pout. "You want to go for a ride. Your still holding me like I will break. Why are you even asking?" A brow was raised. "Shouldn't you just..." She motioned with her free hand, that wasn' attached to him. "Pick me up, and carry me off if your sister is done checking on me?" She sighed, "I don't want to be a obligation." Yes, that sort of obligation wasn't fun.

As Ryanna was already standing she simply straightened out her robe. "You have a bed Xavier, she was just in it. Sound proof your room and have a go." she moved behind her brother and gave a few urges to his shoulders with her hands. "I'm done here. See. She's perfectly alright."

She paused. "Medicine for you, dear brother." smiling at him a bit. "If you want to make her forget, then you pound the memory out of her and in the morning it will be gone." she looked at Titania then. "I hope you don't think I'm being rude." She didn't want Titania to think that she was talking about her as more of an object than a person withe feelings. or anything like that.

He had started chuckling when the topic had turned a tad ribald, but when it got just dirty, he had begun laughing deeply. "Light, you two could match some of the guys I used to be stuck hanging out with, and a few of them would actually look up to you!" He was amazed at how easily Titania seemed to get along with everyone, and since she had -insisted-, he took hold of her, slung her over his shoulder, and grinned to Ryan. "This could get downright filthy."

She would look to Ryan from her spot now over Xavier's shoulder. A wave was given to his sister. "Thank you." Was she saying thank you for looking over her, or for getting Xavier to show ininitive. She liked it better when he acted like.

"If it doesn't brother then you'll never know if she's well." she went to the door and began to open it. "You should give me a note about her progress sometime tomorrow afternoon. Or the evening. The two of you will be wanting to break by then for food." She smiled to them both as she opened the door. 'Have fun." And she exited the room.

And really, who better to rawr than him? He was, after all, a werewolf, like his sister and father....of course, she -so- knew that by now. Not many women spoke of sexing a lycan in his other form except for in hushed tones...but he wasn't one to kiss and tell, of course.

A chuckle, she was tired, but suddenly she felt wide awake. Caveman Xavier she was curious about. Did she just wink at Ryan. Oh she knew that by now, sometimes though, well yes. And she wasn't speaking of it in hushed tones. If someone asked her she would be rather blunt about that other form. She liked it.

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