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Nisha showed mercy on young Aileen and released the hug before it became a smother. She was pleased to hear that the Irish girl had bought the story. And who wouldn’t? It was a brilliantly crafted fib, one that definitely couldn’t easily be shredded apart by a few probing questions and a DNA test. Nisha resisted the urge to pat herself on the back, even if it would be so easy to do with her four extra spectral hands. Nisha’s smile widened at the suggestion of a celebration. Yes, a welcome home party, maybe even a massive gala, why, she couldn’t possibly accept a homecoming parade, but if they insisted who was she to spoil the fun? Yet the future festivities only served to further the drastic drop to disappointment that was highlighted on Nisha’s face as Aileen mentioned that she and Miss Matthews were a bit preoccupied.

[color=lightgreen]“Errands? Are you jo...of course, I mean, yes, errands are very important,”[/color] said Nisha that was so sickeningly sweet it threatened to stricken Aileen with cavities. Didn’t these rich jabronis have gofers for them? Nisha pressed an open palm to her heart as she continued to pack the bags to send her newfound “sis” on a guilt trip. [color=lightgreen]“I’d just[i] feel so horrible[/i] if I got in the way of someone [i]getting a latte[/i], especially if they were [i]a long lost sister of mine[/i]. Like, it would be [i]absolutely selfish[/i] of me. So please, by all—”[/color]

[color=804061] “I need to get to a doctor. [i]Now,[/i]”[/color] said Arabelle. Nisha turned her head towards the other woman. For a moment, Nisha gave her a harsh look that said Arabelle was definitely about to need a doctor, and then she noticed the way the woman’s arm was hanging. In a flash the salty look was gone, replaced by a pair of raised, somewhat concerned but more curious eyebrows. Nisha had taken enough bumps in her life to recognize a dislocated shoulder. So, every person who knew magic didn’t also have a mysterious water spirit that heals all of their wounds too? Shame. [color=804061] “It was nice to meet you, Nisha. I hope to see you at the estate one day so that Ezra can properly introduce you to the Vanburen family.”[/color]

Now normally Nisha would happily take the opportunity  to avoid dealing with a “you problem” that Miss Matthews had handed her, but it was outweighed by an even bigger problem: Nisha had no goddamn clue where the Vanburen Estate was, or really the location of anything in this town. There were other ways to find out for sure, but it’d just be easier to leech herself to these two women and easier was always the best solution bar none. 

[color=lightgreen]“Wait, wait, maybe I should come with you,”[/color] said Nisha, sliding over to the door. She wasn’t completely blocking it, but was close enough to it that it’d be uncomfortable to try and get by. [color=lightgreen]“Safety in numbers, right? These small American towns are just ripe with weirdos, no offense, and you could get mugged or shot or someone could steal your gun and shoot you,”[/color] said Nisha, who assumed that, like all of her fellow countrymen, the American girl was packing heat. Her eyes began to drift as she continued, [color=lightgreen]“Or you could point me in the direction of the house so I could let them know that you’re going to the hospital or…”

“...Okay, uhh, what’s with the skull?”[/color] said Nisha, pointing at the ram skull tucked under Arabelle’s arm.