[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Cassi’s House – Chicago, IL 
[b][color=#DB7093]Skills:[/color][/b] [/center]
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	I laugh and shake my head at Nic. [color=#DB7093]”You’re a head nurse, not head doctor,”[/color] I defend.

	He takes the herbs well enough, and I’m grateful. I take the paper from him and nod. [color=#DB7093]”Yes, I’ll call Caden and see. I believe he is preoccupied today, but we’ll need to speak to the police about what happened. I’m sure you will hear from me today.”[/color]

	Before I set the paper down, I am wrapped in another warm embrace from both Wu men. I’m squished, but I am not fully mad. I laugh and swat at them. [color=#DB7093]”Okay, okay. That’s enough. Time for you two to go,”[/color] I declare. It warms me to see how much Nic is like his father and that they still have each other to navigate through all this.

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#006400]Caden[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#006400]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s Home – Chicago, IL
[b][color=#006400]Skills:[/color][/b]  [/center]
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	I mull over Nero’s question, wondering if I have a favourite language. I’m enjoying German again, but are there any others? I decided I didn’t have one. Each language has a unique rhythm that adds something to the expression of words and emotion. I look up to tell them this and realize I have puzzled too long over the question.

	I chuckle at their short attention span and penchant for shiny things. While they are distracted, I take a moment to admire Nero in my clothing. The sweater was big enough that they probably could have just worn that if they wanted. It wasn’t terribly scandalous, but it did shift this way and that to reveal skin around the neck and shoulders as they moved. My eyes narrowed, and I found myself standing without realizing it. I moved silently across the room, my eyes on Nero’s scars. They looked like they had barely healed. I can’t seem to bring myself to say or do anything. I just keep staring.