Roleplay

@DemonWingless

She understood the question. She had actually been ready to ask him something along the same lines.

"Where do you need to go?" she said. "I mean, I don't know if you'll... heal, on your own. If not, you might need to go to a hospital. Do fae go to hospitals? I don't know. Uh..."

She glanced at him in the mirror again. It didn't look much like he'd be able to answer her either. Maybe something he could nod or shake his head to.

"Do you want to lay low at my place?" she asked.

@DemonWingless

She paused for a long moment. She hadn't really thought through the offer - maybe housing a fae wasn't super smart? - but she couldn't exactly withdraw it now. "Sure," she said quietly.

The next question was a little easier. "Not far," she said, "a couple of hours at most, depending on which beach you're going to. You're in Philadelphia," she said. They drove over the Schuykill River just then - a wimpy polluted thing compared to the sea he thought of. They followed it into the center of the city, and made it to the old, old portion, where the streets were still cobblestone and the buildings looked pretty colonial.

Her house was a two story brownstone that had a garage built into it at some turn of the century. It opened when she pressed a button and she pulled into it. A door led from the garage into the house, and she helped him up the three steps.

They entered into a small kitchen, proportioned like the old colonial houses but fitted with modern appliances and tiling. She continued through into the narrow living room, and eased him onto a couch that looked fairly new and largely untouched. The entire house had the air of someplace that didn't see a lot of use.

"Need anything?" she said. "Shower? Coffee?" She stood in front of him, a little awkwardly. She wasn't a nurturing person by nature. She didn't, uh, have a lot of company over. All around she was out of her element.

@DemonWingless

"Right," she said, then disappeared into the kitchen.

She returned moments later with a glass pitcher full of water and a matching cup. She set them down on the coffee table. "One second," she mumbled, then hurried up the narrow stairs nearby.

She came back down with a big t-shirt, oversized sweat pants, a thick blanket and a fluffy pillow. She set those down on the portion of the couch he wasn't sitting on. She gestured down a hall they couldn't currently see the end of.

"There's a bathroom there. Feel free to eat whatever's in the kitchen. I'm sleeping upstairs..." she glanced down at herself, still bleeding and covered in dirt, sand, and glass. "I'm definitely taking a shower. But you have downstairs to yourself." She glanced up at the window that showed the front of the street. The sun was starting to peek up. It was a sight she was growing used to as she went to bed. She walked over and pulled the curtains tight, pre-emptively throwing the room back into darkness.

She looked back at the selkie, opened her mouth as if to say something, then thought better of it and closed it. She started up the stairs, then paused again.

"I forgot to tell you my name," she said. "It's Tovah."

@DemonWingless

"Yeah," she replied, a little awkwardly. She wasn't used to being in this position. It felt nice, underneath all the awkwardness and that slight bit of doubt. She climbed the remainder of the stairs and let him rest.

She had a ways to go, though. First in order was a shower, then first aid. Only one cut on her arm had needed any attention - she put on two butterfly stitches that she kept in plenty of supply, then treated and patched the other less serious ones down her arms and legs. She looked a bit like a mummy, but overall she thought she got away pretty clean, considering she was thrown through a window.

Next was calling and taking care of all the after-mess. Being a legal executioner granted her some leeway, like not explaining herself to the police. The other three she'd killed had turned out to be vampires, too, according to the police who responded, so she was in the clear. There were no other casualties. The rest of the fighters had been taken before the police could respond and rescue. That was unfortunate.

She did other things - paperwork, mostly - and caught roughly four hours of sleep before she couldn't stand it anymore. She threw on a big sweater and baggy pants to keep from irritating her bandages, then went down to check on Mika.

He was sleeping soundly. She looked at him a bit awkwardly from the stairway. He probably didn't want to be hovered over, so she went into the kitchen to make herself something. It ended up being three cups of coffee and not real food, as happened far too often, but she'd forgotten to stock the fridge and didn't want to risk ordering takeout and freaking out Mika when strange people showed up at the door.

She spent the rest of her day satisfying her curiosity on selkies via the web. Most of it was dubious and looked like they might have been websites made by fantasizing pre-teens, but thanks to the fae becoming general knowledge, some online resources had been beefed and given the same scientific scrutiny as any other biology discipline. She learned a bit - nothing that would be of help, though.

So now she was just waiting for him to wake up. She sat at the small table in the kitchen, drinking more coffee than was healthy and intermittently checking news websites for coverage of last night's episode on her laptop.

@DemonWingless

Liz had a clear line of sight from the kitchen table to the couch. She caught him moving out of the corner of her eye, and closed her laptop. Maybe she wouldn't tell him she'd been furiously googling things about fae for a few hours. She caught him wincing.

"Still hurting?" she asked. "I'm surprised you're even moving, quite frankly. You looked kind of terrible when I got you here."