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Evren shook himself out of his stunned silence to hear Aava and Duckie talking over each other. [color=cc3300]”(No, Hannelore is a friend. A good friend.)”[/color] he said softly as he tried extract himself from Aava’s grip. He did his best to unpack what Duckie was saying, but being hundreds of years old made him a little deaf to good-natured humor even in the best of times. [color=cc3300]”A näkki is kind of like a siren, and we had a run in with a wolf this morning. But everything is fine now, and I don’t know who you’re talking about.”[/color] 
Evren finished his statement a bit curtly; he was a bad liar. With a cooling sigh he gave each of them a small but tired smile. [color=cc3300]”I had a few things to get in town. Would you join us, James?”[/color] he asked with what cheer he could summon. [color=cc3300]”(Want to go to town?)”[/color]

Beck found herself on the other side of town after clearing her mind with some aimless driving. She pulled into a gas station and navigated to the diesel pumped. Even with a hybrid, joyriding was a bad habit.
She spaced out a bit as she topped off the tank, taking in her surroundings and finding herself just down from the road from where she left Vanessa. Probably not a bad idea to send a text; she had her number, it was only the polite thing to do.
[color=silver][i]Hope you’re healing up nicely.[/i][/color]