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Vashti focused on the quarter that Herik placed in her hand and listened. It was difficult to think of Herik as the kind of guy who’d punch someone else, let alone punch them with enough anger to send them to the hospital. As for his advice, she was already trying something similar with her meditations in search of achieving gnosis. It had even worked a few times before, but being around the Coven made thinking—let alone trying to find an inner peace—impossible. A focal point might just do the trick. Still, she’d have to be cautious. The Leviathan wouldn’t just break a jaw; it’d rip the whole thing off. 

[color=darkcyan]“At this point, I’ll try anything. We never even got the chance to bring up finding someone who can break curses,”[/color] said Vashti, rubbed her nail against the edge of the quarter. She glanced over at Emily and frowned. Even with the other girl adding her voice to Vashti’s desires to search for an Adept with lavender Lux, she doubted they would be able to convince the rest of the Coven to offer a hand. Vashti was new enough to not yet have a firm grasp of the pecking order, but it was telling how nobody else had come to watchover Emily in case Babylon came back to finish the job. 

Jesus, how could she be doing all of this complaining with Emily in the hospital like this? Vashti sighed, annoyed at herself for being so self-absorbed. Then she thought about Herik’s mother, and how being in a hospital must constantly remind him of her. Vashti couldn’t keep throwing herself a lame Leviathan pity party. Still, she had to keep talking, even if it were just to keep Herik distracted or let Emily’s subconscious know that there were people here for her. 

[color=darkcyan]“So, when exactly were you going to tell me you had a magical lion?”[/color]