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[Her family and his. Yes, that must be the best way to phrase it. He sighs.]

To be perfectly honest, I thought we were all fine. Jon, Lucien, and I did what we did, dealt with the consequences as best we could, and moved on. Then I find out my boyfriend went and had it out with Lucien without my consent or knowledge, a poor thing when he supposedly did it in my name. Still, I understood they beat each other up and moved on. Then I find out through your other connection's less than diplomatic confrontation, that my name's been championed on some other non-consensual and unknown front that I've now got to clean up somehow because my best friend and boyfriend's girlfriend went off for god's know what reason on her own campaign against a man who she had no right to fight or mark.

So...no, I find I'm a little short on patience and loved ones just now. I did offer yours healing and restoration for his marks received, but he doesn't like my goddess much and I suspect that's cause for pause on his end.

[ That... is more than she expects to draw out of him after she'd asked. But she asked! So she lets him work through all those feelings with actual words without interruption, only responding when it sounds like he needs to take a second to breathe. ]

A lot of secrets and emotions were brought to light. That is never easy; I never like being kept in the dark, only to discover that I was affected by someone's actions, or that loved ones had been hurt for... reasons that initially did not make sense to me. I want them to make sense to me, so we may avoid things from coming to this again.

[ She hates that so much of this could have been avoided if people were a little more honest with each other, if they all made efforts to understand what was going on. Would it have made a difference if Lucien trusted her and Kurt with his intentions? If Hawke and Amelia had told Jon and Chris how the whole debacle felt to them, maybe fighting and accosting Lucien in an alley would not have been necessary?

If their plan with the portal had involved just a few more people, would they have been able to contain its effects? Would she have been spared, that night? In the darkness, sometimes she thinks she still hears those voices. All those whispers telling her to just do as she pleased, for her own satisfaction, consequences be damned.

It's all hard to say now. All they could do was move forward, wisely instead of foolishly, with a little more self-awareness than before. ]

But - what is it that you do when you are out of patience, Chris? [ She only has a vague recollection of his abilities, but... ] Would you like to go out for a flight?

[What does he do when he's out of patience? Stew. Bury it until it festers and boils over into something else. He has no reliable outlets left to him. Bar brawling has been banned to him, the Arena is a ghost town of heartache, and he can't trust himself or another for any sort of painplay right now.

He wants to scream or turn utilize his siren's form and Sing until even a magical creature's voice went hoarse.
Yet she offers flight...and he thinks on when Martin had vanished and he'd flown until he'd hurt all over. Maybe if someone was with him, he would be less inclined to such...dramatics.]

A flight sounds lovely. I tend to fly over the beach, but I'm well versed in the skies of the Up and the caverns of the Down, so I defer to your venue of comfort, lovely lady.

Can you get to the tallest tower in the Up? Perhaps we can start up there, make our way to and over the beach.

[ Maybe they can talk a little, clear any lingering resentments if there were any. She didn't want there to be; Chris was fairly pleasant in every interaction she'd had with him. Friendlier than simply civil - and she'd hate for that to sour over something that was so foolish in retrospect, now that all is said and done.

She doesn't exactly wait for him to respond, though. She's already on a rooftop, it takes little thought and effort for her to fly off on the nearest breeze, bidding it to carry her to the tower that she'd indicated. ]

Of course, that one's a favorite. I'll meet you there.

[He'd just recently met Rosita up there and the memory makes him smile even as he hangs up his part of the conversation to take to the air.

Massive raven's wings carry Chris up to the tallest building with only a bit of effort and wind in his ears. The roar of it is nice...cleansing, in a way. He could shove aside and bury deep his anger and frustration for now. It wouldn't solve itself immediately regardless.

When he alights on the top ledge, he'll offer a small nod of greeting to Ororo.]

It's been some time. I should ask how you're fairing, my frustrations are better suited to the wind's ears than that of a respected acquaintance.

[ She'd wondered if he would come and join her, so it's gratifying when she spots him on the breeze. The wings get a quick, curious look before she returns his smile. ]

Tired, [ she admits, quietly, tucking her arms behind her. ] You are not the only one with frustrations. I feel you must be familiar, but as important as it is in keeping strife from growing - mediating conflict like this requires quite a lot of patience. On top of all the careful inquiries to find out what actually happened... It has been a very long week, on the heels of another long week.

[ So, she's exhausted. It's not unfamiliar - this was a regular occurrence back home, and she isn't bad at it. But she really doesn't like it, and she's just... very tired. ]

I am sorry it came to it, and I hope that whatever has happened - it's done, and we won't see more of it.

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[His wings fold against his back, pulling in tight for the chill this high up, and he nods to her words. Tired seemed about right...and he didn't blame her for that wariness in her at all. Being a diplomat was a thankless thing.]

To my knowledge, it's done. I spoke with both Amelia and Lucien and came to that end...I also told Lucien to call me if ever there's an issue with her, as I understand he doesn't want you involved for the...mess having a dominant against a dominant might bring from the city. If it's in my power, that won't happen to him again.

[He starts to turn to look out on the city but stops as something occurs to him.]

Oh...and he's agreed to take a cream I have on hand that will smooth and soften the scrapes on his horns, please make sure he actually uses it, it will help.

[ Her eyes fall shut, unable to keep herself from frowning at the mention of why Lucien had kept her out of this. ]

I know that now - why he didn't want me involved. I almost wish he'd involved me anyway. [ She might have made things worse, if she'd known ahead of time. Seeing things in text, over the Finders, had helped her keep her cool as she responded to every message that she could read - if she'd heard it ahead, she may have simply hunted Miss Amelia and Mister Hawke down herself.

That was dangerous. Maybe Lucien had known that. ]

I thank you for your efforts. It was not easy, seeing all sorts of misunderstandings and assumptions being made, being excluded, when all you hope for is... to help.

But I'll see that he uses that cream. He does not like letting me know when he needs things. [ She hopes that's something that would change with time, though. She's obviously yet to earn his trust for something like that; now's the time to work and earn it. ]

Other than that, you've been taking care, I hope? You mentioned other disagreements within your family?

[Chris gaze darts back to her and then out on the city. He likes her. Trusts her to a degree, but they were acquaintances, not yet friends...and with this now between them, who knew when trust would actually bridge that gap.]

Some, yes...tensions rise and fall here all the time...and there've been external and internal forces to press on our bonds. Some more strongly tested than others, it seems. You'll forgive me if I'm sparse with the details, I doubt you'd like to share all your unpleasant secrets in reverse.

[It's politic and careful, but it's earnest. She seemed a good person to have close, but 'Scott trusts her' could only go so far until he knew her better for himself.]

Information can lead to vulnerabilities, misunderstandings, power, and security...it's more important than any wealth or power one can collect in this place. I get the feeling you might be familiar with that little song and dance, you seem a woman careful with her words.

... I was not after details, or secrets, or information on vulnerabilities or weaknesses. [ That last bit especially... She knows too many men who get to know people expressly to find such things out. A habit of their hypervigilance. It kept people alive, but Ororo's motivations ran a little differently. Usually, she just wanted to know someone, so that she could help.

Still, she takes care not to sound invasive or accusatory -- she can sense the defensiveness in the politeness and the caution in his choosing the right words. If she'd overstepped any boundaries... that would be a shame, but not something she'd apologize for. She just needs to know if people are alright. ]

I only wanted to know if you and yours were fine, and if not - if there was anything I could do in return. You've offered something for Lucien, after all, even after all that's happened. I am grateful for it. [ So she wanted to do something in return. ]

[He gives a small nod and thinks on the question in earnest.]

I appreciate the offer. I don't think there's much to be done by anyone, by all rights. Someone close to me stepped on and past a boundary of mine...and it's not the first time it's been done. Meanwhile, I've someone else who's constantly on the edge of breaking but likely never will...and another I think might be closer than they'd like to admit...beyond some other various things. All pushed and prodded by the city's machinations. I suppose...

[He looks to her then, a little more gentleness in his expression when he does.]

I suppose all I can ask is that what's happened between our families be truly done. I'd not assume you've got control over your friend, Kurt, but if I could simply know no one will be chasing after either Amelia or Wolfe, I'd deal with them myself without glancing over my shoulder so much. Truly, that's all I can think you could do, but the offer is much appreciated.

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