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flint_garouIn which Unfettered has some vampire problems. Or something.
27 November, 2012
The moon is in the waxing Full (Ahroun) Moon phase (94% full).
It doesn't take more than a glance for it to be obvious that Kavi should not be upright, let alone downstairs and on duty, but that seems to be what he's doing. The bandages wrapped around his torso are stained with blood, and probably should have been changed an hour ago. He still looks somewhat pale, the normally rich brown of his skin a more ashen tone.
It's taken a while of Flint's errands today for them to bring him to the tenement, but that's where he is now, backpack shouldered, several grocery bags tied haphazardly to it, a jacket over the usual sweatshirt. The monitors show Flint at the door outside, fumbling with keys, and he enters the lobby humming—which abruptly stops, as the cliath's brow furrows with worry at the sight of the adren. "Kavi-rhya," Flint says, with a bit of a wave and then moves over. "Hey."
"Hey," Kavi answers, looking up from the laptop. He must have seen Flint on the nearby monitor, because he doesn't seem surprised at the opening of the door. There's a bit of a wince as he reaches forward to set the computer on the table.
Flint perches on a nearby seat, backpack allowed to slide to the floor, then positions himself to where he could, if necessary, help. "How're you?" is the question, a bit dry. "Lex and Ky told me, some of it, not. Not that much."
"I'm okay," Kavi says. The words come easily enough, despite the obvious lie. "I. It's Lefty. She's… I'm worried about her." The wince repeats as he returns to upright in his seat.
Flint furrows his brow, and then nods. "I'm not due back at. The— the Library, until. Morning," Flint says. "Ky and Lex don't. Want me going in between places, at. At night." Flint winces, privately, then looks over at Kavi. "You should rest, Kavi-rhya. I can— I can take a while, down here." There's another pause. "If, you need."
Kavi gives a swift shake of his head at the offer. "Rina is painting. I… didn't want to be upstairs. Alone. It's… It's better than it was, but. But alone, it's… You can still feel it."
Flint looks confused for a moment, and glances at Kavi again. "Huh," he says, quietly. "It?" Flint scoots back on the chair for a moment, and then looks at Kavi, adding more quietly. "Then I'll, stay down here for a while. And. And help."
Kavi glances again to the laptop on the table in front of him and then looks to Flint. "From the banes? The… You can feel it. The way they were. It's better. It's… It's not bad, but. You can feel it, upstairs. Like. Like even after the fog is gone, everything is still damp, for a while."
Flint nods and raises his hand to push his hair out of his face. "Did… why were they. Why were they there?" Flint says, though there's a hardness to his tone, that suggests he really wants the answer. "I. It's… better enough that I can, sleep up in, in. My room?"
The elevator dings, announcing the arrival of the building's resident Silver Fang. Sewall limps out into the lobby, leaning on his cane… and stops short just outside the elevator doors upon seeing Kavi. His eyebrows go up.
"I—" Kavi breaks off without answering, and before he might start again the elevator arrives. He twists a little in his seat, expression tightening with the pain of the movement, until he can see Sewall. There's a flicker of recognition, and he swallows before lifting a hand.
Flint glances over and gives Sewall a nod of greeting, and then looks to Kavi. No matter how much the younger Glass Walker wants the answer, he doesn't seem like he's going to push for it at the moment.
"Good evening," says Sewall after a moment. He hobbles forward, unsmiling, giving Flint enough of a glance to include him though most of his attention's on the wounded Adren. "Kavi… Bhaskar, yes? Did I remember that right?"
Flint pulls out his phone and taps at the screen a few times, glancing between Kavi and Sewall, before gaze settles on the elder Glass Walker.
Sewall straightens up with a slight grimace, left hand tightening around the head of his cane, before reintroducing himself to Kavi. "Sewall Cecil Gagnan, called Drinks-the-Bitter-Draught. Cliath Ragabash of the Silver Fangs."
There's a twitch at the galliard's brow, a flicker of confusion alongside the recognition, and then Kavi nods. "Sewall," he repeats, testing the sound. He hides most of the wince, though the tightening around his eyes is visible, as he repositions himself on the cushion. "When… did you get back?"
Flint gets the worried look again when Kavi starts to wince, and glances at the other galliard, but doesn't offer to get anything, at least not aloud. But the offer is there in posture and expression.
Sewall hobbles a short distance to the nearest chair and carefully lowers himself into it. Once settled, he answers. "Only a couple of weeks ago."
If Kavi catches the look from Flint he does a good job of not acknowledging it, and instead keeps focused on the Silver Fang. "It's… It's not like it was. When you were a cub? Things are… different. They told you? About the caern?"
Flint listens to the conversation without interrupting, glances towards Sewall, then offers to both of the other Garou, quietly with the tone of not actually interrupting. "Would anyone like coffee?"
"I would, thank you," says Sewall to Flint. "Cream and sugar, please." The young man's stuffily polite manner hasn't changed much from when he was fourteen. He nods to Kavi. "Elliot-rhya's asked me to assist in the planning for relocating the wasps." This is delivered in a matter-of-fact tone, without any obvious evidence of bragging.
Kavi's brow furrows, as though Flint's offer requires significant consideration, but after a moment he gives a slight shake of his head to his tribemate. "No," he says softly. "Thank you." Then his attention turns back to Sewall and he nods once. "We. There's a… Maybe the City is going to get it's own spirit? A City Mother or Father? There are two spirits that. They came when the wasps did. And they both offered to help us. But it's hard to tell what they want. Or what they can do? Claire. She seems young, and. And to want to look forward. The other seems to want… to want to go backward. But not. Not in a destructive way?" He shrugs with one shoulder, and immediately regrets the movement.
Flint nods, getting to his feet, and heading for the laundry room to make coffee. He's clearly visible in the doorway every so often, though, glancing with a worried look towards Kavi.
Sewall listens to Kavi's halting speech without any sign of impatience… or particular warmth. "One progressive, one traditional?"
"It seems that way? We— I don't think we've heard from them, for a while. But. Maybe they're waiting." Kavi draws in a breath and lets it out only slowly as he eases himself back against the support of the couch. "Waiting for us to choose."
Sewall pushes his glasses up his nose with the middle finger of his right hand. "All things being equal, I'd personally rather look forward than back. I imagine that most of your tribe feels the same way."
"I think so," Kavi says with somewhat less volume. "I. I don't really understand a lot of what they want. But I think Claire…" He again puts effort into shifting position, this time leaning forward to give the appearance of more strength in his words. "She wanted our approval? Like a child. She was afraid of— Not afraid, but wary? Understanding? About the Weaver. She wanted things to move forward, for there to be progress, but not for things to become bound by webs."
Watching Kavi shift about gingerly seems to make Sewall mildly restless as well. (Then again, the moon is full and that's surely not helping.) He leans back in the armchair, pulling the cane across his legs and idly running a thumb along the brass 'collar' just under the head. "Of course. The Weaver isn't really progress, just the false promise of such. Her ideal reality is one in which nothing changes, ever."
Soon enough, Flint returns from the laundry room, carefully carrying two cups of coffee. One is offered to Sewall, and once the Fang has taken the coffee, the young Glass Walker sits back down, edge of his chair and with another glance towards Kavi, but otherwise silent.
Kavi nods in response to Sewall's words. "It was… something I worried about. At first? That she wasn't really what she said, but that she was allied with the Weaver. But it doesn't seem like it. Not once we listened to her." He turns to look to Flint as the younger galliard returns, and offers him a small, brief smile.
Flint settles with his coffee, both hands wrapped around it, and there's a smile mustered for Kavi in response. "I…?" There's a pause, as Flint considers, quite ostensibly asking a question or repeating his earlier question, then shakes his head and shrugs, changes the topic. "The dream said. The dream said, 'but where to stop, that you can choose'," Flint comments. "Does. Maybe, it meant? That sort of choice, too? Maybe that choice, affects…"
Rina comes in from the street, her head down at first. When she looks up, and sees Kavi, her expression darkens significantly.
Kavi's brow furrows as he listens to Flint's question. "I… I'm not a theurge. I. I don't know if they're connected. I think. Mouse said it's about when we have to make the wasps leave. If we make them leave to early, the woods will still be too Wyld. If we wait too long… There might not be enough left. I… I don't know if that's connected—" He breaks off as the door opens, and after a glance to the entering kin, his gaze drops down to the floor between his knees.
Flint chews on his lip and shrugs. "I'll. I'll ask Mouse-rhya," Flint says, and then glances over at Rina. "Hi, mom," the cliath galliard says, quietly, freeing one hand from his coffee cup to push his hair from his face again.
Sewall turns his head toward the new arrival, then grimaces—not at Rina, apparently, but at the motion itself. He turns back, rubbing at his neck, and notes tightly, "It's always about timing."
Rina's expression is stormy, still, when she looks at Kavi; the anger seems to calm a bit as she shifts her gaze to Flint, and then the newcomer, and then Flint again. "Hey," she says quietly, before looking to Sewall. "And you are?"
Kavi tries not to let the pain show in his face as he draws in a breath, he certainly puts more effort into it than he did before Rina's arrival, though it still clearly visible. "Hey," he offers to the kin.
Flint wraps his hands around his coffee again, brows furrowing with a glance between Kavi and Rina, but Rina does get a momentary broad grin from the boy.
Sewall doesn't get up from the armchair he's sitting is; the cane across his knees might have something to do with this. He regards Rina for a heartbeat before answering, his gaze direct but without much warmth. His tone, though, is perfectly polite, and the introduction's smoothly delivered. "Sewall Cecil Gagnan, called Drinks-the-Bitter-Draught. Cliath Ragabash of the Silver Fangs."
Rina's gaze is measuring. She has a certain presence, for someone so small. The woman gives the Fang a brief nod. "Rina Vencenzo. Kin, Walkers. How long y'been in town?"
Kavi looks as though he may interject, but instead, he reaches for the laptop on the table before him.
Pack> Ky says, "Elliot-rhya doesn't believe I'll be needing to face judgement."
Flint furrows his brows again, muttering to himself under his breath for a very brief moment and then shakes his head, then settles in his seat to sip at his coffee. "Oh good," Flint says, absently aloud, nodding.
Pack> Flint says, "Good. It. It's not your fault."
"Only a couple of weeks," Sewall says. He adjusts his glasses, then takes a swallow of the coffee Flint's gotten him. "I was a cub here some years ago, however, so I'm not wholly new to the area."
Pack> Alexandra replies, "It's nice having someone competent running the sept." There's the distinct sense that this is a change.
Rina's eyes narrow. "Huh."
Kavi hesitates a bit longer, and then finds his voice. "We met, then. I. I don't remember much. Just. It was dark. The woods, too, but… But the topic. It was dark."
Flint quiets, his attention clearly elsewhere for a moment longer and then brings himself back to the present.
Sewall nods, sipping his coffee again. "I asked you about Black Spiral Dancers, since I'd found it rather frustrating to get any real information about them. This despite the fact that they were, at the time, a very particular problem." His tone is bland and rather matter-of-fact. "You were very helpful."
Rina glances to Kavi, curiously.
Flint sits up a little bit, looking between the elder galliard and Sewall. Not pushy, but certainly a bit curious as well.
Kavi looks from Sewall to Rina and his teeth catch briefly at his lower lip. "I… I'm glad. I didn't… I worried that. That I was saying too much."
Sewall's mouth compresses, his expression hardening. "My greatest frustration as a cub is that people would not say enough. There'd be repeated emphasis on the war we had to fight, not to mention the evidence of same all around, and yet getting knowledge was an ordeal more often than not." His free hand's tightened around the cane, but loosens as he seems to realize his own rising anger. He takes a breath, lets it out. "…My apologies," he says, more calmly.
"Least you're a Raggie," Rina says dryly.
Flint catches his lip in his teeth, looks away, and gets to his feet. "I. I'm going to go head upstairs, a while. I… haven't. Been able to sleep much, slept much, since Saturday, since I…" There's a glance to Kavi, and then to Rina, and then back to Kavi, brow furrowing. "Kavi-rhya, mom. Sewall-yuf." Coffee cup is set down, temporarily, in order for Flint to get his backpack, then picked up again.
"Night, hon," Rina says, giving Flint a faint half-smile.
Kavi looks to Flint and there's a furrow at his own brow to match the other, but he doesn't question. Instead, he nods once. "Stay safe," he says, and swallows before he pulls his gaze back to the others.
"Good night, Flint-yuf," says Sewall formally to the other cliath. He looks down into his coffee mug, then takes a long drink, nearly finishing it.
Flint swallows, and looks at Kavi a moment longer. "It. Killing it… helped, on the one hand. On the other hand, the. Rose. Whoever. It's… still out there." This is all Flint offers, before he nods. "I will. You too, Kavi-rhya." And then Flint heads towards the stairs, coffee and all.
27 November, 2012
The moon is in the waxing Full (Ahroun) Moon phase (94% full).
It doesn't take more than a glance for it to be obvious that Kavi should not be upright, let alone downstairs and on duty, but that seems to be what he's doing. The bandages wrapped around his torso are stained with blood, and probably should have been changed an hour ago. He still looks somewhat pale, the normally rich brown of his skin a more ashen tone.
It's taken a while of Flint's errands today for them to bring him to the tenement, but that's where he is now, backpack shouldered, several grocery bags tied haphazardly to it, a jacket over the usual sweatshirt. The monitors show Flint at the door outside, fumbling with keys, and he enters the lobby humming—which abruptly stops, as the cliath's brow furrows with worry at the sight of the adren. "Kavi-rhya," Flint says, with a bit of a wave and then moves over. "Hey."
"Hey," Kavi answers, looking up from the laptop. He must have seen Flint on the nearby monitor, because he doesn't seem surprised at the opening of the door. There's a bit of a wince as he reaches forward to set the computer on the table.
Flint perches on a nearby seat, backpack allowed to slide to the floor, then positions himself to where he could, if necessary, help. "How're you?" is the question, a bit dry. "Lex and Ky told me, some of it, not. Not that much."
"I'm okay," Kavi says. The words come easily enough, despite the obvious lie. "I. It's Lefty. She's… I'm worried about her." The wince repeats as he returns to upright in his seat.
Flint furrows his brow, and then nods. "I'm not due back at. The— the Library, until. Morning," Flint says. "Ky and Lex don't. Want me going in between places, at. At night." Flint winces, privately, then looks over at Kavi. "You should rest, Kavi-rhya. I can— I can take a while, down here." There's another pause. "If, you need."
Kavi gives a swift shake of his head at the offer. "Rina is painting. I… didn't want to be upstairs. Alone. It's… It's better than it was, but. But alone, it's… You can still feel it."
Flint looks confused for a moment, and glances at Kavi again. "Huh," he says, quietly. "It?" Flint scoots back on the chair for a moment, and then looks at Kavi, adding more quietly. "Then I'll, stay down here for a while. And. And help."
Kavi glances again to the laptop on the table in front of him and then looks to Flint. "From the banes? The… You can feel it. The way they were. It's better. It's… It's not bad, but. You can feel it, upstairs. Like. Like even after the fog is gone, everything is still damp, for a while."
Flint nods and raises his hand to push his hair out of his face. "Did… why were they. Why were they there?" Flint says, though there's a hardness to his tone, that suggests he really wants the answer. "I. It's… better enough that I can, sleep up in, in. My room?"
The elevator dings, announcing the arrival of the building's resident Silver Fang. Sewall limps out into the lobby, leaning on his cane… and stops short just outside the elevator doors upon seeing Kavi. His eyebrows go up.
"I—" Kavi breaks off without answering, and before he might start again the elevator arrives. He twists a little in his seat, expression tightening with the pain of the movement, until he can see Sewall. There's a flicker of recognition, and he swallows before lifting a hand.
Flint glances over and gives Sewall a nod of greeting, and then looks to Kavi. No matter how much the younger Glass Walker wants the answer, he doesn't seem like he's going to push for it at the moment.
"Good evening," says Sewall after a moment. He hobbles forward, unsmiling, giving Flint enough of a glance to include him though most of his attention's on the wounded Adren. "Kavi… Bhaskar, yes? Did I remember that right?"
Flint pulls out his phone and taps at the screen a few times, glancing between Kavi and Sewall, before gaze settles on the elder Glass Walker.
Sewall straightens up with a slight grimace, left hand tightening around the head of his cane, before reintroducing himself to Kavi. "Sewall Cecil Gagnan, called Drinks-the-Bitter-Draught. Cliath Ragabash of the Silver Fangs."
There's a twitch at the galliard's brow, a flicker of confusion alongside the recognition, and then Kavi nods. "Sewall," he repeats, testing the sound. He hides most of the wince, though the tightening around his eyes is visible, as he repositions himself on the cushion. "When… did you get back?"
Flint gets the worried look again when Kavi starts to wince, and glances at the other galliard, but doesn't offer to get anything, at least not aloud. But the offer is there in posture and expression.
Sewall hobbles a short distance to the nearest chair and carefully lowers himself into it. Once settled, he answers. "Only a couple of weeks ago."
If Kavi catches the look from Flint he does a good job of not acknowledging it, and instead keeps focused on the Silver Fang. "It's… It's not like it was. When you were a cub? Things are… different. They told you? About the caern?"
Flint listens to the conversation without interrupting, glances towards Sewall, then offers to both of the other Garou, quietly with the tone of not actually interrupting. "Would anyone like coffee?"
"I would, thank you," says Sewall to Flint. "Cream and sugar, please." The young man's stuffily polite manner hasn't changed much from when he was fourteen. He nods to Kavi. "Elliot-rhya's asked me to assist in the planning for relocating the wasps." This is delivered in a matter-of-fact tone, without any obvious evidence of bragging.
Kavi's brow furrows, as though Flint's offer requires significant consideration, but after a moment he gives a slight shake of his head to his tribemate. "No," he says softly. "Thank you." Then his attention turns back to Sewall and he nods once. "We. There's a… Maybe the City is going to get it's own spirit? A City Mother or Father? There are two spirits that. They came when the wasps did. And they both offered to help us. But it's hard to tell what they want. Or what they can do? Claire. She seems young, and. And to want to look forward. The other seems to want… to want to go backward. But not. Not in a destructive way?" He shrugs with one shoulder, and immediately regrets the movement.
Flint nods, getting to his feet, and heading for the laundry room to make coffee. He's clearly visible in the doorway every so often, though, glancing with a worried look towards Kavi.
Sewall listens to Kavi's halting speech without any sign of impatience… or particular warmth. "One progressive, one traditional?"
"It seems that way? We— I don't think we've heard from them, for a while. But. Maybe they're waiting." Kavi draws in a breath and lets it out only slowly as he eases himself back against the support of the couch. "Waiting for us to choose."
Sewall pushes his glasses up his nose with the middle finger of his right hand. "All things being equal, I'd personally rather look forward than back. I imagine that most of your tribe feels the same way."
"I think so," Kavi says with somewhat less volume. "I. I don't really understand a lot of what they want. But I think Claire…" He again puts effort into shifting position, this time leaning forward to give the appearance of more strength in his words. "She wanted our approval? Like a child. She was afraid of— Not afraid, but wary? Understanding? About the Weaver. She wanted things to move forward, for there to be progress, but not for things to become bound by webs."
Watching Kavi shift about gingerly seems to make Sewall mildly restless as well. (Then again, the moon is full and that's surely not helping.) He leans back in the armchair, pulling the cane across his legs and idly running a thumb along the brass 'collar' just under the head. "Of course. The Weaver isn't really progress, just the false promise of such. Her ideal reality is one in which nothing changes, ever."
Soon enough, Flint returns from the laundry room, carefully carrying two cups of coffee. One is offered to Sewall, and once the Fang has taken the coffee, the young Glass Walker sits back down, edge of his chair and with another glance towards Kavi, but otherwise silent.
Kavi nods in response to Sewall's words. "It was… something I worried about. At first? That she wasn't really what she said, but that she was allied with the Weaver. But it doesn't seem like it. Not once we listened to her." He turns to look to Flint as the younger galliard returns, and offers him a small, brief smile.
Flint settles with his coffee, both hands wrapped around it, and there's a smile mustered for Kavi in response. "I…?" There's a pause, as Flint considers, quite ostensibly asking a question or repeating his earlier question, then shakes his head and shrugs, changes the topic. "The dream said. The dream said, 'but where to stop, that you can choose'," Flint comments. "Does. Maybe, it meant? That sort of choice, too? Maybe that choice, affects…"
Rina comes in from the street, her head down at first. When she looks up, and sees Kavi, her expression darkens significantly.
Kavi's brow furrows as he listens to Flint's question. "I… I'm not a theurge. I. I don't know if they're connected. I think. Mouse said it's about when we have to make the wasps leave. If we make them leave to early, the woods will still be too Wyld. If we wait too long… There might not be enough left. I… I don't know if that's connected—" He breaks off as the door opens, and after a glance to the entering kin, his gaze drops down to the floor between his knees.
Flint chews on his lip and shrugs. "I'll. I'll ask Mouse-rhya," Flint says, and then glances over at Rina. "Hi, mom," the cliath galliard says, quietly, freeing one hand from his coffee cup to push his hair from his face again.
Sewall turns his head toward the new arrival, then grimaces—not at Rina, apparently, but at the motion itself. He turns back, rubbing at his neck, and notes tightly, "It's always about timing."
Rina's expression is stormy, still, when she looks at Kavi; the anger seems to calm a bit as she shifts her gaze to Flint, and then the newcomer, and then Flint again. "Hey," she says quietly, before looking to Sewall. "And you are?"
Kavi tries not to let the pain show in his face as he draws in a breath, he certainly puts more effort into it than he did before Rina's arrival, though it still clearly visible. "Hey," he offers to the kin.
Flint wraps his hands around his coffee again, brows furrowing with a glance between Kavi and Rina, but Rina does get a momentary broad grin from the boy.
Sewall doesn't get up from the armchair he's sitting is; the cane across his knees might have something to do with this. He regards Rina for a heartbeat before answering, his gaze direct but without much warmth. His tone, though, is perfectly polite, and the introduction's smoothly delivered. "Sewall Cecil Gagnan, called Drinks-the-Bitter-Draught. Cliath Ragabash of the Silver Fangs."
Rina's gaze is measuring. She has a certain presence, for someone so small. The woman gives the Fang a brief nod. "Rina Vencenzo. Kin, Walkers. How long y'been in town?"
Kavi looks as though he may interject, but instead, he reaches for the laptop on the table before him.
Pack> Ky says, "Elliot-rhya doesn't believe I'll be needing to face judgement."
Flint furrows his brows again, muttering to himself under his breath for a very brief moment and then shakes his head, then settles in his seat to sip at his coffee. "Oh good," Flint says, absently aloud, nodding.
Pack> Flint says, "Good. It. It's not your fault."
"Only a couple of weeks," Sewall says. He adjusts his glasses, then takes a swallow of the coffee Flint's gotten him. "I was a cub here some years ago, however, so I'm not wholly new to the area."
Pack> Alexandra replies, "It's nice having someone competent running the sept." There's the distinct sense that this is a change.
Rina's eyes narrow. "Huh."
Kavi hesitates a bit longer, and then finds his voice. "We met, then. I. I don't remember much. Just. It was dark. The woods, too, but… But the topic. It was dark."
Flint quiets, his attention clearly elsewhere for a moment longer and then brings himself back to the present.
Sewall nods, sipping his coffee again. "I asked you about Black Spiral Dancers, since I'd found it rather frustrating to get any real information about them. This despite the fact that they were, at the time, a very particular problem." His tone is bland and rather matter-of-fact. "You were very helpful."
Rina glances to Kavi, curiously.
Flint sits up a little bit, looking between the elder galliard and Sewall. Not pushy, but certainly a bit curious as well.
Kavi looks from Sewall to Rina and his teeth catch briefly at his lower lip. "I… I'm glad. I didn't… I worried that. That I was saying too much."
Sewall's mouth compresses, his expression hardening. "My greatest frustration as a cub is that people would not say enough. There'd be repeated emphasis on the war we had to fight, not to mention the evidence of same all around, and yet getting knowledge was an ordeal more often than not." His free hand's tightened around the cane, but loosens as he seems to realize his own rising anger. He takes a breath, lets it out. "…My apologies," he says, more calmly.
"Least you're a Raggie," Rina says dryly.
Flint catches his lip in his teeth, looks away, and gets to his feet. "I. I'm going to go head upstairs, a while. I… haven't. Been able to sleep much, slept much, since Saturday, since I…" There's a glance to Kavi, and then to Rina, and then back to Kavi, brow furrowing. "Kavi-rhya, mom. Sewall-yuf." Coffee cup is set down, temporarily, in order for Flint to get his backpack, then picked up again.
"Night, hon," Rina says, giving Flint a faint half-smile.
Kavi looks to Flint and there's a furrow at his own brow to match the other, but he doesn't question. Instead, he nods once. "Stay safe," he says, and swallows before he pulls his gaze back to the others.
"Good night, Flint-yuf," says Sewall formally to the other cliath. He looks down into his coffee mug, then takes a long drink, nearly finishing it.
Flint swallows, and looks at Kavi a moment longer. "It. Killing it… helped, on the one hand. On the other hand, the. Rose. Whoever. It's… still out there." This is all Flint offers, before he nods. "I will. You too, Kavi-rhya." And then Flint heads towards the stairs, coffee and all.