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for: @cantfightmoonlight - meena location: saleem's estate

There was not a moment's hesitation when the word reached her, Nyra, host, manager, left behind the festivities, feast everything as she opened up a portal to head to Saleem's estate. Dhruv had been taken to the hospital she had been told and that was enough for her, right now, she had to see her friend and someone that in a way grew to be family for her in this town. There was immense relief that both had been found, of course, days, weeks, nearly a month of searching proved successful at least. She did not want to speculate on their sates of being, knowing the spiral that would lead her down but she was not expecting it to be any less than horrific, just gripped onto the fact that they were still alive which counted for a lot in this town.

Letting the portal fade, she only gave Saleem a raised brow at his questioning and waltzed past him slipping off her shoes without a word or care and headed inside to where Meena was. The room wasn't hard to find, with many others taped off, she pushed the door open slightly but one sight of her sleeping figure had Nyra rush in and move to her side immediately, "Meena…?" Her name fell like something of a sigh yet with a slight tremor too at the state of her, bloodied and bandaged, it fell as a question to gauge if she was awake enough. Only in hindsight did she realise she ought to have brought something, but thoughts weren't on anything else. "Sorry, I didn't get anything." She was sorry for not finding her sooner too, that she didn't do more but that was held off for a later time, and really if she had the ability to say all on her mind she would. "I came here as soon as I found out."

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Diwali at the Emerald - Nyra Odeyer

Festive season was a very toned downed affair for Nyra, heart nor mind were in making the celebrations grand or fanciful but there was plentiful to eat at the feast The Emerald Hotel decided to host for Diwali. It should be a cause for more celebration given that it shared dates with two others, but since that Meena and Dhruv were still missing, cheer was minimal this year. She did dress up for the occasion though, seeing as she was also playing host, a simple orange saree was donned (the colour being a nod to Halloween) something that would have been fancier had the situation been any different. Planning and preparation for the feast and festivities had been underworks for a while too and not wanting to undo the work, it continued alongside search parties with Nyra overseeing everything.

It's a bit unfortunate that she rushed out of the feast, leaving the responsibility to the staff to keep it going, but when word reached that Meena and Dhruv had been found, well, she had to go.

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Kui always held an air about them that made it easy to. well to simply just be, a quality that Nyra appreciated greatly and it shone through now, even in this dreamscape. "Thank you, there's certain ways perception affects, even simply as a Fae I hold myself to being a certain way around others, not say I'm inauthentic, just that different people draw out different parts of me," she explained. And Kui often seemed to get her more vulnerable side, something not many saw. "Hope so too, things have been in a upheaval state for far too long." Nyra sighed softly at hearing that, a small smile taking shape, "Glad to hear it. I do believe that's a good thing, resilience is a good thing, yes, I still have hope even after all this, can't be too bad of a thing to hold onto."

She nodded to confirm, "Yes, somewhere away from this would be nice." As the pixie continued to speak, Nyra drifted into her own thoughts. She had control of her own dreams, thought they faltered at times especially in times of turmoil, much like now, she could change it too, or at least wake herself up to end it all, but noticing the images of ruin in the peripheral of her eyes fade to shimmer, she felt relief. "I gravitate towards the sea naturally, the sound of waves are my own siren song, but is there a place you find yourself comfortable? We can make middle ground if we'd like to stick around in the dream world."

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Kui glanced up at her in surprise. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about. There's no need for composure in a dream, and I don't judge you for it at all," they pointed out. But they smiled, relieved that Nyra had so quickly found her feet again. "It's not impossible—I'm sure it'll be boring again one day." An odd thing to look forward to, but they truly did miss the stability before Lorelai had entered their lives, and hoped to return to it again. "I'm holding up surprisingly fine?" They cocked their head to one side, and punctuated it with a shrug. "I guess after a while I've become more resilient, or just tired of being constantly scared. I'll choose to believe it's a good thing."

"Do you mind if we find somewhere better to chat?" they asked, although anything more distant from their focus on Nyra was already beginning to blur, the reality of the dream pulling apart at the seams a little. The ruined buildings down the street from them swam like fresh watercolor, distorting and unfocused. "I don't often come to other people's dreams," they admitted, "but I've gotten quite good at controlling my own. My nightmares are different from this, obviously, but I've learned that anything can be escaped from, here. Where would you like to be?"

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The flinch caused Nyra to take extra precaution not hurt her, gently as she could she glided them across the hallway to the room Aysun pointed out, it did take a bit of effort, Nyra underestimating the energy she lacked herself but eventually they made it inside. Closing the door behind them, she took to leaning against the wall as she watched Aysun settle onto the bed, even if she only sat, it still brought about a sense of relief. As she spoke, Nyra shook her head, "Nothing to thank me for, it's help I will always lend. For now and then." Growing a little quiet as she shifted her weight, Nyra spoke up again, features falling to a more sombre look, "I'm sorry you were stuck in that, that you were subjected to see such a thing." The scene might have been conjured up, but the bodies that lay littered in the ruin was a terrible sight no matter the case. "I was not going to leave any body behind in that nightmare. I know you had a bit of a difficult time, but I want to let you know such a thing to accept is not easy and you were brave to do so," she said so genuinely, "How are you now? Mental scars are just as bad as physical injuries."

Aysun flushed at the woman's response to her greeting, embarrassed, but at least it brought some colour to her suddenly blanched face. She couldn't help but flinch slightly when Nyra's hand brushed against a still-tender patch of burns on her back, but in that moment she wouldn't have cared if the Fae threw her over her shoulder to get her back into bed with the way she was feeling. "I'm just over there," she gestured with her chin to the room across the hall, the door closed to ensure passing staff wouldn't see her empty bed. While she hated the thought of burdening the other, Aysun didn't have too many choices right then so she obediently leaned her weight against Nyra as they slowly shuffled their way to her room.

Once she was finally sitting on the edge of her bed, Aysun let out a heavy breath, closing her eyes to steady herself. "Thank you," she said finally, blinking her eyes open to regard the other, "and...not just for right now... You were there. In that awful dream where we saw-" Cutting herself off, Aysun averted her gaze, a heavy feeling in her chest at the memory. "Thank you for helping me get out of there..."

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She could not help the way her features fell at what he had said — wolfsbane, mountain ash, were whoever took them smart? Her head nodded in both as confirmation to her own question and to acknowledge that JC had spoken. "Of course, of course. Precautions. I wish we could take some to prevent all of this." Present and not as he continued Nyra began to drift into thought. She took what was stated as facts because they were such, yet what was she to tell a family that was besides themselves with worry? It was not at JC that she had heaved a heavy sigh, though the wolf greatly deserved it but at the inevitable that seemed to crash into them at any moment. Hope felt fickle and like smoke it seemed to slip through desperately clutching fingertips. "I have not, but we could. It's been a challenge to sort the actual leads from the wild, speculative theories."

That she could agree to, "I keep going to that too, she had to have done it with intention." It was a mission to hold back an eye roll at his comments, still she managed to hold it back somehow, "Look JC, you can disregard it, that's fine, but we both know Meena is not the type of person to do things without thought, especially under duress. I'm not going to start anything with you nor did I. I'll admit M could mean anything, but she was taken from the Manor, it could be an insight into where she's being held." She had intentions to check the hospital and morgue given the issues with medical equipment, and perhaps scope out the shadier parts of town too, like the motel, all the M places just to rule them out. "Do you not think I have better things to do with my time after she's found?" She wanted to add on to say he better not imply that Meena might be dead, but that would flare up her irritation alongside his.

JC had not really been home. For days now, his hours had been spent in the fruitless search, both on two legs and on four. He had been cancelling private sessions at the ice rink, something that pained him. But maybe it would somehow do them all good to simply accept that this was the way things were now. There would never again be travel to competitions. There would never again be Olympic dreams. All they did was lurch from tragedy to tragedy in Lunar Cove. The wolf could not help but bristle as Nyra alighted beside him.

"Same old. Nothing new," he replied briefly, giving a shake of his head. "I would have figured as much. I wish I could say someone in the pack had seen him." Or her. "But no one has." He sniffed, crossing his arms and giving a shake of his head. While he was not Nyra's number-one fan at the moment, or any of the Council members', he was at least trying to remain civil. "Not if whoever has him has taken precautions, and I assume they have. Lots of things can mess with the pack bond. Wolfsbane. A strong spell." He knit his brow. "Mountain ash. If they were smart, they'd have trapped with mountain ash." Júlio César knit his brow at that. "The van...it belonged to a florist, right? A florist would be able to access plenty of things that would keep a werewolf manageable." His nostrils flared. "Have we looked into that?"

JC grunted. "Who knows? I keep thinking of her ring. Why would she have even taken it off? I don't know what it could mean. And don't start up again on the 'm' clue. For both our sakes. In case any of you still feel the need to tattle to potentially dead teacher on me." He grit his teeth.

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"Not a worry," she voiced with a wave of her hand dismissing the unnecessary apology. How could she help? That was a million dollar question right now, but one that felt a little too difficult to narrow down to one specific thing, so, Nyra, too to answering the second one, an easier thing that didn't require much thought, "Pear and Gruyere baked into the crust. Odd I know, but…" she peered around Savannah hoping to catching Vanessa's gaze, "It's one that Vanessa prefers." Of all the flavours…Nyra stopped question it a long time ago. "Now if I had known she had guests I'd have brought more over." The situation was by no means comical, felt strange if she had to put a feeling to it, the person that stared back not recognising her made Nyra want to chuckle out of all things, could she get right to the point and admit to knowing her? "I can come back another time if things are hectic, settling in takes a toll. I only just wanted to see Vanessa for a bit, finding you here was not something I came prepared for."

""I’m comin’!" The southern drawl called out as Sav hurried her way down the stairs, shuffling past the boxes of her daughter's stuff that Serra still hadn't unpacked or put away. "You could at least get the door, you know," She hollered back up the stairs to where her fourteen year old was off somewhere, far too preoccupied with her phone. The interaction eliciting an amused chortle from Vanessa's lips who had been hanging back in the living room. The older siren made no more to get the door, instead taking the moment to kick her tail up and relax now that her family had seemingly made it back into her life. "Sorry ’bout that! We’ve been runnin’ all over hell’s half acre tryin’ to get settled in. But hi there! How can I help ya?" Savannah flashed Nyra a bright smile as she finally managed to fling the door over. "And is that a pie I smell?"

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"That's handy," she commented, a little startled but not entirely too shocked at the display of magic, "Easy to get out of tricky situations then, I assume? Or I should also add the reverse too, shouldn't I? You strike me as someone that would also get into situations." But this was said in jest more than anything, aided by a smile that ran across her features and stayed that way. She had not expected much out this meet-up, Jacob was nice enough and she lay her worries of a difficult conversation to the side, even more so when he seemed intent on getting something to eat.

With his return and statement that took her by surprise, a bubble of laughter broke through, "I did not for one second think this to be one, but…" she trailed of to eye the food placed in front, chin slowly coming to rest in the palm of her hand as she leaned onto the table, "Tell me, do you get all your business meetings coffee and cake?" She had no intention of dating Jacob or anyone on the council for that matter but it was fun to tease him about this though, "Or am I special?"

Reluctantly, Jacob reached out to Nyra to smooth over any tensions between the fae court and the coven. To his surprise and relief she'd dismissed any infractions between the two. Additionally, the fae queen welcomed him onto the council. A reaction he couldn't have anticipated but was grateful for. He didn't understand Poppy's choice in choosing him as her advisor. While he was eager to help he hardly felt qualified. Did anyone on the council start out knowing what to do? He wondered if some of them were still figuring it out with how poorly the last two attempts to capture the catalyst had gone.

"Nah," Jacob waived a hand dismissively before a cheeky grin tugged at his lips. Without warning he teleported from one chair at their table to another. "I can teleport." He didn't mention he possessed the power of electrokinesis though. Shocking someone wasn't how he wanted to defend himself, but he would if he had to.

Dark eyes widened and the grin on his face bloomed into a genuine smile. Fae couldn't lie. He knew that to be true. "Thanks, Nyra. That's.. that's really nice of you." A slow nod followed while he considered what to order for her. "They have tons more than coffee. Teas, juices, cake. I'll hook us up."

Which he did. Several minutes later, returning to the table with a few different drinks and pastries. "This isn't a date." He blurted out suddenly. "Not that I thought it was, just all the food and stuff.." Jacob trailed off, aware he'd put his foot in his mouth before attempting to explain himself more. "Poppy told me I'm not allowed to date anyone on the council, so just incase she asks. We're... having a ...business meeting."

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Nyra took to observing her, from mannerisms to the long sleeve shirt, the clear discomfort of being here, of possibly even just shifting, though a sigh escaped her at the sight there wasn't much to do be done to make Billie more comfortable, these pools were private as it could get in an open space but she had to wonder if anything ever would ease that for the younger siren. She couldn't change the past, couldn't, but she did wish for a different fate, one where Billie didn't have to worry or fear for anything, one where life treated the girl kindly and gently, "You don't have to apologise," she responded with a shake of her head, "For either. We can't change what happened, both situations were beyond your control and I stand by that." It had been a relief and a question that tugged at the back of her mind when the council moved past the issue without much debate, because she had expected a great big deal of arguments to break out, spared a headache if she were to focus on positives. "Is there anything I can do for you? I know the ordeal wasn't easy on you."

Going to the pools on a full moon was really a last resort. It was a lie to say that Billie preferred her own company, but she certainly didn't like being around other people, especially without legs, but the places that she'd typically seek out (the river, the bottom of the ocean, her own bathtub) seemed woefully known. At least, this way, she hoped to simply find somewhere to fade into the background until the sun rose and she could go back to her life until the next one. She was surprised, but also not, to see Nyra come up to her. "Hi," she murmured, always uncomfortable, even in the water, even with her skin covered by a long sleeved shirt. She might be willingly at the Court, but she refused to bare herself in any way. It was embarrassing enough, being like this. "I... appreciate that. And I'm, well, I'm sorry. For the trouble, from the Carnival. For... Before." From their meeting years ago, when Billie was a child and a monster for all the reasons she'd never properly realized. "I don't think I've ever properly apologized for that."

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"True, memories do fade and age with years, but significant ones, ones that impacted you far beyond just the surface, those are hard to rid, those don't relent their grip despite the passage of time." Her personal case was different, she had many a deaths in her long life, some did fade but a few always stuck, she could never forget lighting the pyre, the way she had pleaded for him to regenerate, and the others though not being the wielder she had bore witness to her human family getting murdered in front of her eyes, such deaths could never be erased and Nyra felt it unfortunately would be the same for the pixie before her. "You might not be part of the court but you're still Fae, I was actually thinking to reduce your time actually, it was excessive." She voiced that concern then and now she could act on it.

Still lingering by the door as Dilan took a seat, Nyra let that question hang in the air before attempting a reply, she wanted to fin a way around it, not to be so upfront with her admittance but honesty was their trait. "Yes, I have. I was young and on the run, not my proudest moment, I'll admit, but it felt necessary." She shook her head catching Dilan trying to not to cry, "Pain demands to be felt no matter how much you try to hold it in, but this," she gestured to the state of her room and the hanging IV tubes, "I can't force you to stop you're capable of making your own decisions, be it good or bad, and when it come to family it gets hard I know it, just don't torture yourself, at least not further than you have already. You deserve to heal from this Dilan."

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Giving Nyra a pleading look as they stood at a standstill at her door, she wanted nothing more than to just leave while she could. At the mention of the memories she shook her head no. “Memories fade and change. You know that Nyra.” While Hande’s death was still playing in her memory like a broken record, it would only be a matter of time, before it became distorted. Where maybe she could rationalize what she had done to her own family. At least with the scars it would be memories that she’d have forever no matter how many lifetimes she lived. “I can’t forget this. I don’t deserve too.” Looking down at her bare feet, she couldn’t bring herself to look at the far queen. “I know I’m not your problem anymore, but I deserve any punishment that they give me. She was still a fae.” When Nyra requested that she return to the bed Dilan sighed, knowing that as much as she wanted to fight this that she didn’t have it in her and that she was still weak from the fight. Retreating back to her hospital bed, she sat on the edge. “Have you ever killed anyone?” She asked softly. While she had always thought this was what she wanted, it had broke something inside her that she didn’t even know. “I know it probably seems justified. She hunted us for so long, but…” Biting her lip as she forced herself to hold it together. “She was still my sister.”

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"Didn't realise you were so easily spooked that everyone is doing it," she retorted. In honesty she didn't believe him when he said that he left his suite, far too often she had found him in the hotel terrorising the staff over silly things or flirting with them for his fun, he was part of the hotel at this point, but it was the mention of shoes that had her stare at him with mild disbelief, then sputtered out a mirthless laugh, "Shoes? You're not serious..." Yet a peek inside the store window confirmed it as the truth. He was looking at shoes. Was it annoyance or incredulity that coloured her features now as he continued to say he was looking for Meena in there, in a damn show store, she couldn't be quite sure, perhaps a mix of the two even, and were she in a worse mood, he wouldn't hear the end of it. She took a slow steadying breath in hopes to compose herself, "I'm going to ignore all of that for both our sakes. But yes, they did..." But no sooner had she spoken, Nyra felt silent again, his words hitting her with yet another wave of disbelief, "You're unbelievable, know that? Deserved vengeance...parking that too." She took another deep breath. It'd be him, he had the power to age her ten years a conversation. "I know she wouldn't have, yes, it was her fathers and meant a great deal to her. We've considered that to be a clue among other things that've come to light since then, trying to figure out where she is has been a challenge but we can rule out this shoe shop thanks to you. Much appreciated."

"Oi!" Suresh snapped as she landed, his nostrils flaring as he regarded her in the glass window of the shop into which he had been staring. Bristling a bit, he crossed his arms. "I could ask you the same question, Queen Bee. I don't know why everyone has to bloody sneak up on me. And for the record, I do leave my suite every so often. Despite popular opinion." He clicked his tongue, trailing off a bit, his brow furrowing. "I was looking at shoes." This remark, utterly frank, was necessary to tell the truth, but it allowed him to elaborate more beyond it after a beat. "After looking for Meena, of course. She doesn't seem to be in there, but why waste the walk? I ought to treat myself, so when I turn to goddamn pixie dust, there'll at least be something nice left behind." While he and Meena had made up after their quarrel, Suresh was still aware of the irritating rift that now existed in his memory. Some part of him almost believed the vampire had vanished to spite him, as if to personally frustrate him with her absence; he wished she would give up the bloody game and come back out. When the siren spoke again, his voice was low. "I heard through the grapevine they found her daylight ring. She wouldn't have left it on-purpose. Offered to give it to me so I could boil her alive in an act of deserved vengeance, but anything less than that? No. It belonged to her father.

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Hand on her hip and brows drawing togethe, Nyra not only listened to the young pixie explain her predicament but watched her remove the IV tubes without care or second thought. This had to be expected otherwise complaints would not have reached her, but hearing Dilan's worries now, only worried her. She had heard about what happened, the chaos and carnage while she was stuck in that nightmare, she knew Dilan had been badly hurt too but to actually hear her say that she wanted to keep the scars as reminders left her speechless for a moment. "Are memories not enough?" she asked with a shake of her head, "Why do you want that? And to top that off you want me to help you leave?" she repeated the request with a disbelief, "Dilan, on what planet would I let that happen? Can you get back into bed, please."

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Dilan knew that if she stayed long that eventually all the marks would heal and everything that had been done to her would be eased without even a mark, a reminder of what she’d done. So when Ken and Leyla had took a break she’d ripped the IV out and tried to take the opportunity to leave, only to come face to face with Nyra. Staring at the other woman like a deer in the headlights, she attempted to turn invisible, but she was still far too weak. “Ummm…” Reminding herself that she was unable to lie. “Yeah, I was.” Figuring that the jig was up anyways so why bother trying to skirt the truth. “Nyra, I need to get out of here before I heal too much. Before I lose the reminders.”  She said softly before pulling up her gown. "Can you help me get out of here?"

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This was...embarrassing.

As the green spread further giving new life to the rubble around, Nyra couldn't help the tinge of red that bloomed across her cheeks as Kui cleaned off the blood she cried. It wasn't that she let her vulnerable side show, that would never be something she would feel awkward about, it was more the fact that she let herself believe this scenario to be true. "I'm sorry you had to see me like this..." she looked around for a beat before shaking her head, "I'm usually more composed." But this was a dream she had to remind herself, a nightmare reflecting the one she had just been in. She stayed there for a bit, watching the Emerald be covered by lushness, watching motes of lights dissipate the gloom something inside her eased up too, a soft exhale falling at the pleasant sights when. To the point where even a smile overtook her lips at the mention of the hotel not taking more damage, "Those are magical words. The town on the other hand... when will we ever see boring days?"

Standing up now, she smiled softly at the other, "Thank yo for this, Kui, I'm very grateful." And she meant both the checking in on her and helping her realise this was not reality. The gesture from the usually reserved pixie was sweet and had Nyra feeling very grateful for their comforting presence. "How are you holding up?"

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Kui collapsed the distance between them and glided right up to meet Nyra, reaching to take both her hands in theirs. It was one of the few instances they would initiate touch without a momentary pause. In a nightmare, there was always the expectation that things would change on a dime, though, so they tried to keep their wits about them and let the greenery they'd been walking on begin to overtake the Emerald as well—what was left of it. "It's not, you're dreaming. Here, give me your hands, you're, um—" They pulled out a soft cloth and began to clean off her face. "A little messy. It's fine, this specific carnage, is not real. You're okay, the town's—well, it's not that bad, I promise. There's no new holes at the hotel. That I know of," they amended. The light became a little less bleak around them. some errant beams of golden sunshine filtering through the soot-grey clouds above. "See?"

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for: @cantfightmoonlight - savannah location: vanessa's house

Parking outside Vanessa's house, Nyra took a moment before stepping out of her Maserati, she had the pie, pear with gruyere baked into the crust — a staple that couldn't be missed, but it was Meena that was missing now. While Nyra had frequented the older siren on her own, without Meena it like a piece of a puzzle was missing, the routine the three of them had fallen into over the years broken in the most horrid way. Curbing those thoughts with a low exhale, Nyra made her way down the narrow pathway to the house. Grass still overgrown from the looks of it, a stubborn one she was but it made Nyra smile nonetheless, some things were good to not change. Vanessa, despite her gruff personality, was a point of comfort and she looked forward to these visits. Baked goods tucked safely, Nyra knocked a couple times and waited till the door opened so they could kick of their usual greeting and dance, only when the door opened it was not the face she was expecting, "Oh?" Was all she managed to say at the sight of a familiar face. "This...is a surprise."

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She gave him a pleasant smile when he voiced his serious intent, the sincerity was sweet to see, to know that he also cared, not that she doubted that the others didn't, but he was new and most that went into something wanting to do something good, often found a way to do so. "Good, I'm glad you are."

As conversation flowed to laughter from his side too, the smile remained perched on her lips, "That's a relief?" she guessed the end of that sentence, "It should be if not. He loves to remind us of it. He's a little grumpy that one." This came with another laugh, a shrug too, to drive home that this is what it is. But Nyra knew he meant well, somewhere deep down in the chasms of his heart, Suresh cared if even it was point one of a percent. And that was enough really. "You're not?" she couldn't help the question, "Honestly, that's a relief too."

Nyra nodded at the question, "I can't lie, Jacob. I think you'll do just fine." Though at the mention of coffee, she hesitated a touch, but not wanting to seem rude she eventually agreed. "Perhaps something iced?"

Jacob's cheeks flushed pink, which were mostly hidden behind his beard, as he heard Nyra laugh. It wasn't uncommon for the witch to hear people laugh at him. He enjoyed it under most circumstances, but it was embarrassing at best and disheartening at its worst when he was trying to be serious. A state few rarely took him in. Which only made him question more why Poppy chose him. Self-doubt the worst of Jacob's inner afflictions.

"I am." He nodded slowly as he willed his own, personal, insecurities to take a backseat. Did anyone know how to do something before they did it? He was sure some people did, but also that some people didn't. "Serious about it." About doing a good job as advisor, about protecting his people and their town. Too serious, he didn't want to admit, to not feel uneasy about it. "I care." An unnecessary statement, he thought. It was hard to miss his bleeding heart.

When he paused it was to laugh. A sound that shook some of the stress from Jacob's shoulders. "He hates you all, too? Well.." That certainly made him feel better, but he didn't say as much. A truth that was obvious enough as the witch began to crack a smile. "I'm not worried about him drowning me." He waved a hand dismissively, but not because he didn't think he wouldn't someday give Suresh a reason. Rather, he just assumed he'd use magic to teleport away. Not accounting for anything that would stop him from a quick and easy way out.

"Thanks... you think so?" Maybe Nyra was sure, but Jacob wasn't. "Maybe." He tried to be hopeful but didn't linger on the subject. "Hey, you want a coffee?"

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for: @swimmingwiththefitzes time & location: full moon, fae pools

With the search having been called off for the night, Nyra did want to keep going with her own efforts but the full moon had her shift and take to the salt water pools of the court for the time being. The coolness of the water relaxing her far more than anything had since the kidnappings. Underwater held a quality that above ground could never compete with, and had she no responsibilities, she would seek the depths of the oceans every time. Swimming to shallower parts, Nyra bobbed her head above water, only next beat a look of surprise took over her face at the sight of the young siren, "Oh, hello Billie." Despite knowing the girl's past, one that laced through her own, and of everything that had happened at the carnival, Nyra's features and tone remained soft, "It's good to see you here."

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Though the cuts to her ankles had yet still to heal properly, as soon as she had regained strength and felt fit enough, Nyra decided her hospital time was over. There was a fair bit of push-back from the doctors, their advice was for her own benefit afterall but it was advise that was on her whether to follow or not. When things had to be done outside of these sterile walls, she simply could not be bound here. She hadn't expected anything to be easy from here, burns needed to heal too, but the pain was minimal when compared to town wide damage and injuries others had faced.

What she wasn't expecting was being addressed as Aysun did. Blinking a few times to let that sink in, Nyra repeated the title with a puzzled expression, "Your Highness? Goodness... that's really not necessary. Nyra will do just fine darling." Without further moment to waste, she immediately moved to the other's side, placing a hand around her in support, "Slow and steady, alright? Lean your weigh onto me, I got you," she said, "Point me to your room, you shouldn't be out of bed in such a state."

It was right around shift change, which meant the nurses were all occupied with giving and receiving report. She'd heard a patient in the room across from hers calling out for warm blankets that she knew from experience wouldn't come for another half an hour yet. The first time she tried to ignore it, shift change also meaning she wouldn't get her top up on pain meds for a little while. Days of overexerting herself instead of resting was finally starting to weigh on her, the pain starting to set in. But by the third time she heard the person call out, she was swinging her legs out of her bed with a little grimace. Aysun was familiar enough with the unit to know where the warm blankets were kept, and luckily none of the nurses saw her as she went from the supply room to the patient room to drop them off. As soon as she stepped out of the room, she had to pause, leaning her good hand against the wall to steady herself against the sudden rush of lightheadedness.

She was just contemplating whether she had it in her to make the short walk to her room when she saw someone approach from the corner of her eye. "Oh. H-Hello, um, your...Highness...?" she stuttered out, not quite sure how she was meant to address the Fae Queen and not really composed enough to think too much on it. "I'm...terribly sorry to ask but...do you think you could help me back to my room...?"

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With tensions high and tempers likely on the rise after that rather spectacular council meeting, Nyra left in a state not dissimilar to when she had entered the room — hope failing and a looming sense of dread hanging overhead. Deciding to give her feet time to heal after spending the past few days on them and ignoring medical advice, it felt nice in a way to unfurl her wings and take to the skies, wishing she could spend her days up here rather than where the people were, Up high or underwater, the two environments seemed to be rising in preferences over flat ground. But she had to land eventually, especially when a familiar figure peering into a shop's window caught her attention. Landing with a quiet flutter just a little to his side, wings closed back up as Nyra followed his gaze to see what had caught his interest, "What's caught your eye that has you out and about?"