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(rockface and faithfulmuse) The hunt

Ella looked at the sister, wanting to tell sister Lazenby that she didn't want to participate in any foster care project of the church. She couldn't keep living with people and be secretly scared of them viering her for her whole life! She already hated this short moment of pretending, let alone even longer. She couldn't live like that, it would be awful and she didn't want it.

What sister Lazenby said was true, she had no family who could take care of her. But even then, being all alone still had to be better living in a church family? She lived in the forest now and there was not really somebody in the tribe who could take care of her, even if there was a really nice werewolf every time it was full moon, but she had no choice, she couldn't be living in a family and be scared every moment she was with them.

Poitr and sister Lazenby left for a moment, but he was back soon again. She once more cuddled up against him as close as she possibly could. Being around him she felt safe, he knew what had really happened. She didn't have to lie to him and he had saved her. She hadn't felt like this since her mother had died, actually. There was always someone who could take care of her, but this still felt different.

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Angered, Cyrias pulled Spencer up and slammed him against the wall, causing some cracks in it. "I am not weak and I am no coward!" He growled.

Jackson sighed. "And you think that this all doesn't make me feel anything?" She asked sarcastically.

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"I said that I have anger issues, not that I am weak. There is no trason for you to assume that you are stronger than I am.' Cyrias replied with a growl, obviously offended.

Jackson looked at Melody, raising an eyebrow. "I thought you wanted to take a day off first?" She reminder her.

(rockface and faithfulmuse) The hunt

When the woman got inside and commented on the hug, Ella let go of Poitr, looking at her. Poort did give her an explanation about who the woman was, apperently some church member volunteering at the hospital, helping the children. That meant that if Ella had to stay in the hospital, she would be seeing the woman some more times. That didn't sound like something Ella was going to like. The woman suggested to pray, something Ella didn't want at all. But Poitr said it would just be a little longer, and it wasn't like she had a choice.

Still, that didn't stop it from feeling wrong. Everything about that moment was wrong. Praying to a god she didn't worship felt bad, especially as she kept thinking about her own gods the entire prayer long. It was no fair to her gods, nor to the god Poitr and the woman believed in. It felt like betraying her gods, only to lie to another god. That was no good and she would have to make sure no to forget to say sorry when she had time to pray alone again.

So when the woman stopped praying, Ella was glad that she did. She really wanted to stop pretending. She looked at the woman, but made sure to stay close to Poitr, not trusting her.

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Ella had no clue as to how long she had been unsconscious, but did notice the bandage and stitches. The bleeding had stopped, although she was still hurting, even if not as much as before. At least she was still alive, and she had Poitr to thank for that. She wondered if they would let her see him again. There was someone in the room with her who introduceemd himself as a detective of the church police, asking if he could ask her some questions. Yes, she was human and her attackers were shapeshifters. Yes, the necklace was from of her attackers. Yes, the pendant was hers. No, she couldn't remember what her attackers looked like. No, she had no family they could contact. Her parents were dead and other family members lived too far away. All of it was lied, like Poitr had told her to, except for the last past. She really had no family.

When she had answered all of his questions, the man left, and she was glad he did. She didn't feel safe with him around. When Poitr got back, her eyes lit up and she couldn't help but smile. She wanted to jump out of the bed to hug and thank him, but the doctor had told her to stay calm. Still, when he got close enough, she hugged him tightly, as if she was afraid that he would leave again once she let go of him. "Thank you." She said softly.

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Cyrias looked at Spencer and shook his head. "I afraid I can't do that. I have some anger issues, and am because of that not trusted in any dichts other than against targets." The minotaur explained. Probanly one reason as to why he had a supervisor.

Jackson forced a smile onto her face. "Thanks, that's very kind of you." She answered.

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"You could say that I am not exactly fond of the idea of having a babysitter." Cyrias said in response to Spencer, following him to the glass gates. He had no idea of what he should expect.

Jackson talked on the phone with her husband for a little while. He wasn't angry or telling her she was reckless. He was just as saddened as she was, but didn't blame her. Did his best to soothe her and told her that once she was done with this mission, she was going to take some days off, to spend time together again. She deserved that.

Once she was done, she headed back to Melody.

(rockface and faithfulmuse) The hunt

Ella heard the doctors talking, but didn't register any of the things they said. They were talking so much that she couldn't possibly remember it all, not even if she had been in a better condition. So instead of listening, the little girl closed her eyes, and did what she always did when things were bad: trying to think of happy things and forget about the bad things. She was getting help, and didn't get hurt when she told Poitr that she was a shapeshifter, so that was a good thing. Still, there were far more bad things than good ones to think of, so it didn't work very well.

Ella wasn't sure how long it had taken them, but eventually they arrived at the hospital, and Ella was brought inside on the cart. She still had no idea of what to do, as it was all new to her. She had never been in a hospital before during her life, at her tribe they had healers who just used the things nature provided for them, and of course, prayer. But this place was nothing like that, nor did any other part of the city seem to have anything in common with her tribe.

Soon enough, she was injected with something that made it harder for her to stay awake, so she simply decided to not fight against it, slipping into unconsciousness.