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Erin tsked lightly under her breath as Morgan started squirming momentarily, gently rubbing her hand between Morgan's shoulder blades, frowning deeply at the flash from a camera nearby.

[Color=00aeef]"I am Erín, though perhaps you have heard of the Mother? Mhmm. You may have my service,"[/color] she spoke up after the child in her lap, her voice snaking through the air like a professionally played harp. [Color=00aeef]"Do not worry, baby girl, I will fix this clothes issue. You won't have any problems anymore, I'll make sure of that."[/color]

Erin was humming lightly as she thought on the offer. With money and resources.... She could research. She could find the one who could do what she needed. She could bring her daughter to life. It was a dream come true, and this task seemed hardly beyond trivial.

Her hand slipped to the vial around her neck beneath her clothes. [I] Soon, my luv, soon. And you'll have a big sister waiting for you! Won't that be fantastic? [/I]

With a fluid movement she moved her hand to brush away some stray hair from her face.

[Color=00aeef]"All I ask is that I have access to any occult information you have in regards to these cases. Perhaps we can expand through shared information."[/color]