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He was just a simple dormouse, after all. The complexness of the others family was certainly confusing to him at times. Though he had little room to talk, now didn't he? Being a Dormouse, after all.

Tristan listened to her, giving a few nods of his head as she spoke. Letting Shay say what she needed to say before he “OH! Huh. That's. Confusing, Shay. So confusing!” But he gave a shrug, there were certainly stranger things in Wonderland. Tristan didn't try to think about it all that much, really. Because once he thought something was right about one thing, it went and decided to change itself.

“But no matter the case, you're still here. And that's great! You know that, right? No matter where your DNA is from!” He grinned at her. The sweet dormouse was so in love with this Queen of Hearts, his Queen of Hearts. Though he had no real understanding of the Oracle or this creation, as he wasn't religious, like that. He just liked to live his life and whatever happened, happened.

As Shay continued on, he listened again and nodded “I think that was always in your cards, Shay, you're royalty. Here, that pretty much seals the deal on advantages.” He commented. Tristan shifted a little, then, “The rest of us can be.” He thought back to the time that darkness took over, remembering how he was taken over and made to do things against his will.

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Shay couldn't help her soft laughter as Tristan asked if she was Sean's daughter. She realized how hard it was to understand because it had been just as hard for her to explain it.

"No, I'm still Sean's sister --, as it were the Oracle inserted me into this life, this existence. But my face, my body, was exactly what Sean looked like when he was a female. She took the DNA from my mother and William and placed me inside my mother. I was created by magic. Her magic. The magic of the Oracle who created this Wonderland and everyone in it --"

Well, when you thought of it that way, they were all created by magic weren't they? "The point of it is, I am here now. I have certain advantages that others do not, there aren't many that are able to not be psychically or emotionally manipulated."

She had tilted her head curiously, hoping she had explained it a bit better, it was important to her that Tristan knew the truth - all of it.

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Tristan scrunched his nose, he was sure that they wouldn't need to kill this human. But the proposal was very amusing, regardless. Imagine killing some random stranger, or well, letting him die, because he wasn't doing what they wanted. Tristan laughed at this bit, just a tiny bit. Then he shook his head “No. I don't think that would be good. Either.” As much as it might be the easiest path, or, well that it seemed it might be. He could tell the other was just sick, not dying. Everyone got sick sometimes. Right? That wasn't a death sentence!

As Shay went on, he sighed “Alright! Then it's settled!” He hopped a bit, excitedly, “The stranger will live!” Tristan announced in a jokey playful tone. Tilting his head down a bit at the authorization to use lethal force however, he laughs “You got it!” Reaching over toward her, he cupped a hand carefully against the side of her face, caressing it for a moment “I'm sure he's harmless. We have other matters to worry about, anyway.” Pulling his hand away he pat it against her shoulder, reassuringly. Giving a wave back to Layla as she eventually passed by and shown she wasn't hurt.

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Journey shook his head “No? Am I supposed to?” Looking around he tried to familiarize himself with anything. Which, granted, wasn't too hard. A room was a room, and in this room he was currently in, there were recognizable things. It wasn't that hard to imagine he was in some other place, another realm, or world, or whatever else. Taking in a deep breath, he swallowed thickly. Still confused “Yeah? Well Layla, I have something wrong with my heart. It's not something normal healing has ever really been able to fix. So don't be too disappointed, really. That's just my cards in life.” Journey informed her, not sure how else to put it. He was born with a bad heart. That was that.

“Yeah. Furries. You know, people who dress up in animal costumes? Then act like those animals, sometimes. Not always. Something like that.” He sighed, a little annoyed he was even talking about something he found to be absolutely asinine. But that was just his personal opinion. He wasn't much for a lot of things like that. But otherwise, as long as it didn't interfere with him, paid no mind to it. He looked her over “Your animal form? You an Animorph or something?” He then had to ask. Though watched as she got up to leave for the moment. Leaning back, he closed his eyes, trying to sort his thoughts out.

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Here.

"Well we could let him die, but you know Layla won't --" Not if she could help it anyway. Layla had been well known of having a gentle heart, that was what made her a good healer - but not a good fighter.

"---You can put the weapons of mass destruction away from now, Tristan, if he hurts Layla though, go for his throat." It had always been reassuring to Shay that she had Tristan on her side, for as long as he had been the King of her Queendom she had no regrets - he was a good King, as much as she was certain he would be a good father. A topic for another time.

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Layla wasn't sure what to make of the man in front of her, she, unlike Shay, hadn't seen many humans from the other world. Quite frankly, she had found him fascinating and as he continued on in his confusion - she herself had found herself not quite as nervous about being around him.

"You really don't understand where you are, do you? Like I said, I'm a healer, and a Dormouse, my name is Layla. I tried to heal you, but it seems in this I have failed and for that, I am sorry."

Though, something he said right then had confused her. "Furry? But this isn't even my animal form ---, I'm hardly furry at all." She had watched, with bated breath, as he seemed to pass out yet again.

"And yet again..." Shaking her head she had left the room to fetch a pan of water and a wet rag, peeking into the room where Shay and Tristan were, giving a slight wave to let them know that she was fine -- at least for now.

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Tristan made a face at her comment, sure she was just offended by the man's behavior. But he guessed showing up in a strange world and needing some sort of medical assistance could answer a lot about why he was behaving in the way she had described. Tristan looked toward the man then “Is that all then? Should we just let him die?” He offered, tilting his head, and looking back at her.

“He seems to have inconvenienced you with his presence, injured or not.” Turning toward the door then, he raised his right arm, holding his hand out, his fingers stretching open, crystals, sharp and deadly, appearing in a circle in front of his palm “Just give the order, and I'll make your life easier.” He smiled cutely, turning his head and looking at her, the crystals spinning now.

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Back in the infirmary, Journey stressed about what was going on, still. Obviously, why wouldn't he? The thing stopping him from stressing out too much was medication and the pain in his chest. Panting he swallowed thickly trying to listen to the stranger, she looked very odd, almost like some hybrid with a rat…or a mouse. Which made his mind reel back to when he had first seen…someone. Another person, who looked hybrid with another animal. It wasn't possible. He was probably just going crazy. Closing his eyes, he shook his head, or maybe he really was just seeing things.

“What wounds?” Journey asked, not that he had any, that he could remember. He was sick, not hurt. Journey could still feel the pain from his illness, not from any new injury. Wincing a bit, he realized it seemed quite dull, probably because of the attempt to heal whatever wound she was talking about? Journey looked back to her then “I wasn't injured. I'm sick. And This- It's-” He dropped his head back down “Weird…”

“Why is everyone here the most realistic furries I have ever seen…” He mumbled, quieting. His eyes closed again. Still sweating, he felt himself drifting off to sleep once more, or, well, actually, passing out “Maybe I'm dreaming…yeah… Or dying…” He figured death, whatever had happened, finally was too much for his broken heart.

Shay had been in the castle Heart study when Tristan had approached, asking about the man that was currently in the infirmary with Layla.

The truth was, Shay was trying to track down how and why people from other realms were finding themselves in Wonderland far more than she would have liked. Surely it wasn't her brother playing a pied piper of sorts, if he wanted emotion supplies he could travel the realms for that, he didn't need to bring them there.

Besides, last she heard he was still out of that business ever since he had met Seti.

"You mean mister tall, dark, rude and arrogant? Yeah. I found him wandering the alleyways' of the neutral zone. Rude little thing that he is. Passed out on me, so I brought him here. Layla is taking care of him."

Meanwhile, in the infirmary, it had appeared the mysterious stranger had finally woken up.

"Please, s-sir, ca-calm down. We are not aliens, we are wonderlandians, and you - you are in Wonderland."

Clearly, this man had no idea what was going on and the idea that he did have was a wrong one. "We mean you no harm, Shay means you no harm, sh-sh-she asked me to help you. I h-healed your wounds but-- even I can only do so much."

No, she didn't know what was wrong with him, she wasn't even sure if he knew what was wrong with himself. At his questions, Layla had shaken her head. "I'm a healer. A healer, and a Dormouse, and you aren't abducted, s-sir, if you want to go h-h-home, you can do so at anytime. W-we have s-s-someone to take you, you- you just have to ask."

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At her stating that, Tristan felt a lump swelling in his throat. He had to keep his cool though. Blushing instead, he looked away from her, soaking in the comment "I am?" He was her shield, he liked it, vocalized. Though she was a sword, herself, he wasn't much use to her other than being able to deflect attacks and jab. It was still a pleasant thought.

As Shay was going on, continuing what she was saying he felt the fuzzy feeling in him recede at her next words "Oh?" Tristan's questioning, tilting his head, concerned as to why Shay was saying that, she was clearly right there, in front of him. Existing. If what she said was the truth, the universe would have corrected it, wouldn't it? As Shay was talking on about the matter, he narrowed his eyes, focusing on the others' words "Huh? Sean was a woman?"

It was surprising, how these sort of spells were happening even that long ago "Wait…" Tristan thought for a moment, trying to make it make sense in his head. It was very difficult, but he was trying "How- so you're… " He shut up, scratching his head and deciding to let her go on. Watching her drink he was still trying to make it make sense before she started again. Tristan listened intently, wanting to know the story "So, are you Sean's…daughter. Or Sean turned into a woman?" Not that it mattered, because she was Shay, now "No. I mean. You're Shay. But-Were you, then?" Perhaps he wasn't smart enough for this complexity, only being a dormouse, he reasoned with himself.

"I have all the confidence in you Tristan, I may be the shield of everyone, but you are my shield, always." Sean had once told her that she was always protecting everyone but never let anyone protect her, he couldn't very well say that anymore, could he?

It was... nice. To have someone. Someone like Tristan who defied all laws and stereotypical assumptions about him, simply because of what he was, he had time and time again proved who he was behind a seemingly weak creature like a Dormouse. And he was hers just as she was his.

"The truth is, Tristan, I'm not supposed to exist." And there it was. It was hard to believe the words that had come from her lips, but they had nonetheless. "BB, well, she once had the power of time manipulation. It was a one-time only deal that enabled her to go back in time. She used it once, to save a man she was in love with from death. My brother, Sean, he had been magically transformed into a woman and that man that BB had saved had fallen in love with him instead. BB became jealous - and sought out the Oracle to fix things ---"

Shay had taken a moment, reaching for a glass of water to soothe her suddenly dry throat. "--The oracle, she agreed, but at a price. She created me, with William's blood. Memories were changed and the timeline was altered and in the end, BB didn't get that man. The real kicker is that the female form that Sean had taken was me. My face, and my body. I became my own identity, my own person. That is why mind manipulation doesn't work on me, and my blood stops the emotions in their tracks, I'm not really meant to exist Tristan, but I exist just the same -- all because of BB, and her broken heart."

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