Undergrowth (Log 15)

**PhoenixAshes**

Her tension lessened when it was clear he was easing again, but she didn't move from her position just yet. It was one thing to start to calm, it was a whole other to stay that way, which was made clear as he processed her last words. She shifted when she felt him move, watching him touch and be reminded by sensory memory of what had been.

The pixie was the epitome of stillness from there. Just observing and trying to read what she could out of his expressions and actions, like she'd been doing for a short time now. He was working through his thoughts, that much was clear to her. Then his movement, the hold of sorts.

Had he come to conclusion? The pressure around her hand and the vial seemed to signal so.
Moving back she got a better view of him, trying to find the certainty in his eyes or visage.

Finally she nodded, understanding him.

So they had come to an understanding. Or, the best one that they could come to under the situation.
She signaled that she would help him with a nod and he felt a sudden surge of reassurance. She was here with him, her grasp in his own. No matter what happened now, he wouldn't let her go now.

**FrankenSoul**

He took a deep, shuttering breath. It was time, before his mind slipped from him further again and all progress was lost. With Ciya's help, the cork was twisted to open the vial. It did so silently, rather than giving out a hiss as one might imagine with those bubbles.

He paused one more moment, giving Ciya the kindest look he could muster. Thank you. Then with her touch, he pressed it to his lips and drank the concoction.

The sudden sensation of pain hit him hard and fast. He released the vial, doubling over with a sharp gasp and pressing his hands to his throat, eyes watering. It was hot, hotter than anything he could ever remember, as if he had downed liquid fire. It was burning him up inside, spreading quickly like a fever and rising up his spine as it reached for his head. When it reached there, he wanted to speak out but found himself as mute as if he had the stitches still on his lips. His mind was baking, delusional as if he had been put into a fever dream. His last clear thought was, had they made a mistake? Had Lin fooled them all, one last time?

He sat up leaned against Ciya, tight throat emitting forth a small whimper. His eyes were clenched shut now, hands still firm against himself. There was no explosion, or shower of magic, and again he was left to struggle inside from an opponent Ciya couldn’t outright help him beat.

His status continued for what felt like a long time. Minutes crawled and blended into each other, stretching longer and longer. Finally, his tense and still body began to unknot as a long, held breath exited from his mouth.

He began to stir. Moving his feet, he bunched his toes and then released them before doing the same to his hands. The world, previously blackened out to him, began to present itself detail by detail. The sensation was odd, like one emerging forth from the darkest waters. There was more here now. More that he knew, reaching back to remember further than he ever could before. His eyelids flickered, and two blue orbs peered out towards her and carefully reached to touch her face.

“Ciya…? Ciya, are you there? I can’t see clearly yet…” His voice was breathless and rusty from misuse, but he was in control of it now. His thoughts, now clear, were translated to words. So, so many words that he wanted to express all at once.

**PhoenixAshes**

That look he gave her, there was nothing she could use to describe it. All the love and trust he had for her warmed and brought on her own expression. Whatever happened, she'd be right there. Although, she feared the worst-- Lin had honestly never said what would physically come of that potion, only that it would return his life's memories. As the vial emptied, the pixie held her breath worried about it's effects.

The glass shattered on the stone below; he folded and her inhale came sharp and fearful remaining that way as he clutched his neck. No, no, please! Don't let this be some awful trick by that parasite of a man!

He was in pain from it, physical, strong pain. As long as she'd known Franky that had been nearly impossible to do and yet, this poison had done it. Her hands came to his shoulders, supporting him so he didn't roll completely over to the ground. The worst of all, she couldn't know this pain. Perhaps that had been the hardest part of all of this, she couldn't feel what he was.

Tears welled up in her honey eyes, holding tight to him at the whimper. It was all she could do, it was all she'd ever been able to do. Time seemed to drag on forever, becoming nonexistent and still.

Then he did. Back on the wall, the pixie's gaze fixed on a point and stayed there, pondering the worst. What if Lin had meant to hurt Franky? What if that vial had been something to stop and effectively kill him? Had she aided in that?

Wait...Wait! He moved! A hesitant breath of relief and she moved back, keeping her hand on his shoulder, trying to assess the possible damage.

Had it...worked?

His eyes opened, those beautiful blue eyes staring, looking! ...Not looking, they were unfocused. His hand reached for her and she moved to it, letting her cheek rest in his palm and her hand coming to rest over his. "I'm here." The words came breathless. "I'm right here."

**FrankenSoul**

Yes, there she was. Under his touch, talking to him now. And he heard that voice of hers. A smile plucked at his face, and breathlessly he laughed. "There's that beautiful voice I know and love..."

She had remained right at his side this entire time.

He blinked again, trying to focus his sight while his hand curled against her face. The world began to swim into focus, blurred shapes turning sharper. In his mind, a similar process was happening. Details, slowly returning to him like lost friends. The first thing he spotted was Ciya, her eyes moist and the most peculiar look on her face. Joy? Relief? A mix of the two, and more. His teeth showed as he smiled, leaning forward to lightly bump his forehead against her own before drawing back again.

"Argh..." He sucked in a small breath, turning away to sweep his gaze across the room. "My head... I guess Lin did warn me about the pain, but he couldn't really warn me about how much it was going to hurt when I didn't UNDERSTAND hurting. But..." A hand brushed over his hair, and he grimaced. It was sticky.

"He didn't lie at least. I... I'm starting to remember. But it's slow. From the most recent and going back. I remember..." Sadness panged through him as his eyes rested on the bed on which they lingered.

"This place. I remember this place. This is where it all happened. This is where I was brought back. I must have... wandered here in my state, seeking out anything even slightly familiar. Ah, Ciya!" He turned to her suddenly, eyes widening and filling with warmth. "You came for me. Thank you. But, at the same time," He gave a light frown and playfully moved to bop her head. "You big dummy. First the book, and then risking getting eaten? You have to stop doing that. Being so kind, that is."

**PhoenixAshes**

That smile-- Oh, that smile. The pixie swore she'd never seen anything more wonderful in all her life, then he spoke with it and that was the most beautiful sound. And what he said with it. Her heart leaped. Already she'd been teary out of fear, but now they came with the warmth that only joyful thanks could bring. Turning her head slightly, determined to keep her honey gaze fixed on him, she kissed the thumb side pad of his palm.

Slowly, it seemed his vision was focusing and she had to keep blinking to keep her own clear. Could that smile of his get any better? Unhindered by the stitches and unforced-- it could and it was contagious, passed by the touch of his forehead to hers.

Overwhelmed this way, it was hard to keep track of what he was saying. The words themselves were nearly over shadowed by the fact that he was saying them. She'd never been so fasinated by the way a person talked before.

The sadness hit his visage and it jolted her joy back into place and her focus back on why was at hand. This was--? This place? A shudder ran up her spine. She knew it was dark but for it to be the exact place this version of him had come to exist, it was bitter in a way.

A brush of confusion touched her at the warm look he threw at her and the lightly scolding frown. She laughed, and hated the muddled, nearly crying sound of it. "I'm your big dummy. I'll never stop." Not when it came to him, she'd do anything for him.

**FrankenSoul**

Oh, Ciya. He pressed his hand more firmly against her face and brought the other to the other side, using his fingers to attempt to brush away the wetness on her face. He leaned closer, and lowered his voice to allow it to go soft and comforting. "Sssh... yes, I know. I know. And I can't thank you enough."

She had gone through so much. And she CARED so deeply that his current state seemed to be effecting her more strongly than he. It was touching that she cared so much for him. How much she loved him. At her kiss alone along his fingers, he felt the ghost of warmth on his face. And, he loved her too then. Enough for him to want to protect her through his anger and confusion, when all he had wanted to do was consume. Yes... He still felt the urge, buried behind this casual conversation. But with his waking mind, it had grown dull like an itch that could be ignored for now and he pushed the issue aside.

But yes, it was highly ironic that he would regain a shred of his humanity here, where he had first been reborn. By remaining here, he was growing wary though, but perhaps it was helping speed along his recover. In fact... He gasped loudly, his hands jerking away from her face by accident as shock caused his eyes to widen.

A fact had just removed itself from the fog and presented itself to him. So strong was it, that he moved to his feet and moved to cover his mouth, breathing stopping altogether as he stared out into the cave's darkness. It was such a simple fact, small and yet far larger than he could ever imagine. And it trailed with it so many implications that he didn't want to ponder. "My god..." He whispered, voice hoarse from emotion and misuse.

Lin. That lying... Why? He... wasn't sure yet. His back grew stiff and straight, shoulders squared. The news couldn't be contained, begging to burst from his tongue. "I remember now... That's why... Oh. Yes, I see. Lin has lied to all of us. I'm not James Cromwell at all. Ciya, I remember now!"

He turned. His smile had returned and grown larger in sudden exhilaration, eyes seeming eerily bright and offset by the red still smeared on his face as he peered towards Ciya, dodgingly looking towards the book next to her which seemed to hum in excitement.

"I'm... Luke Cromwell!"

**PhoenixAshes**

She sighed softly at his touch, her eyes closing to focus on the soothing sound of his voice. Doing so kept her from crying more and slowly she was getting a handle on all of this. This was fully Franky, or should she be calling him James now? Did that matter even?

Her wonderings were vanished with touch. Eyes now open as her gaze locked in attentive concern. What happened?

From the wide eyed look and his somewhat jerking reactions, it seemed to her that a memory was coming into focus. "What is it?" She asked as he whispered, poised and attentive to hear what was surfacing. Lin had lied...That wasn't shocking, dear. Ciya frowned, keeping that thought to herself only to have an eyebrow raise in confusion. Not James? Then who--

The man she'd been calling Franky for so long now turned with such an energy that she'd never seen in him Honestly he looked like he was about to burst from his stitches with how suddenly full his electrified eyes seemed--although, she'd prefer such a look and smile without half dried blood on his face.

Confusion parted her lips, all other expression melting away. Silence.

"....Luke?" The name was slow, fully mouthed as if another language. "But how--" Speed began to pick up, the questions cut off half way through as more rose. "Then who is-- and where?" She shook her head, the corn silk strands moving about her face. How? "You responded to the other one though...." Earlier, when she couldn't reach him through the name she'd been calling him she called him James and then he ran here.

**FrankenSoul**

He couldn't help his energy. Excitement and sudden new thoughts were too prevailing for him to ignore. Though, he seemed oblivious to her reactions and feelings as he continued, moving to touch his chin and pacing.

He spoke, but he seemed to be almost talking to himself rather than her. "He didn't lie completely... my brother, his name is James. Lin knew I would react more positively towards his name than I ever would with mine. And, why would I want to know my past if it's my name in that book? Yes, it was smart of him to tell me I was my brother." He pushed his hair down, only for it to spring right back in his face from his movements. Like so many puzzle pieces, things were falling into place.

"I can't... remember James's face, or details, but I know he IS my brother. I was doing something for him... Something involving that book. Ah, of course!" He turned on his heel, pointing suddenly at the book. He had worked himself into a fever, as if he were discovering new things and asking Ciya to explain them. "That book isn't a normal book! It's a book of spells! It's... my grimoire!" He curled his fist and tapped it into his other open hand.

"THAT'S why it was so familiar to me! I was the one who wrote it, created it, bound it with magic! It makes sense! I was using it, to, to..." His voice began to trail off, his energy beginning to falter as he began to realize all that he had just said, and Ciya's expressions towards it. His expression fell, face going slack before he firmly pressed his lips together. He kept them like that for a long while, simply staring in Ciya's direction with a gaze that seemed new for him. A knowing gaze.

Finally, he spoke, but again only in a whisper. "I think we should go back to the others now."

**PhoenixAshes**

Ciya stared on, mostly dumbfounded with what had been said and what kept coming. Alright, that sort of made sense. With the book being as dark in aura as it had been he wouldn't have wanted anything more to do with it if it was his. Fran---no, Luke. Goodness that was going to be a hard change if he preferred that one.

He would have likely had a harder time with this decision if he grappled with guilt of something of his causing her pain. Somewhere, she was glad he'd glossed over that fact.

He pointed to it, pulling up what he'd used it for, what it contained, but her mind was not lingering there. Something else had crept into her mind. Lin had lied, though his teeth. Slick had been right, Lin was a snake. But why? Why had he gone to such lengths for this? Suddenly she was very, very glad she'd slapped that creepily smiling, robed man.

Ahead of her the demenor of her loved one changed and she cast a worried gaze to him, meeting evenly with the full blue looking her way. They'd left their friends alone with such a manipulative and crafty being, that couldn't be good. Without much more question she nodded.

"Ever flown before?"

**FrankenSoul**

Flown? Even with new memories still coming, he couldn't remember ever flying. Reluctantly, he shook his head. "No... But I suppose I'll be doing it today then."

She wasn't the only one trying to absorb all of this. As he spout the information, he was also trying to understand it and how he was supposed to fit in with it all. There was still so much that hadn't been revealed to him yet, but it was coming. And from now on, he needed to keep his mouth shut or else risk worrying her more. Hurting her more.

Quickly, he grabbed the book from the table and slid it into his jacket before moving with her towards the opening of the cave. He cast one last glance backwards to the hated place before stepping back into sunlight. He squinted, bringing up his hands and giving a glance towards Ciya. "You're not going to drop me, are you?" He joked mildly. He was somewhat heavy. Could she truly carry him?

**PhoenixAshes**

Flying was likely the fastest way back. Since she knew from times before he couldn't move as fast with her in tow or when carried.

His quick motions were signal enough, and the worry begining to grow allowed her to follow him outside without much more concern for the dark place they left.
She blinked quite few times to readjust to the sun, hearing his question. The pixie smiled softly, unable to give fully into it with such possible peril to those they'd left. "I'd crash land with my back to the ground before I ever dropped you."

It would be very hard, but her wings had never failed her with heavy loads before.

**FrankenSoul**

Well, that was... reassuring. He allowed himself to give a low chuckle. He didn't respond further though, and grew quiet as he drew into himself. His thoughts were deepening. He wouldn't voice any of them though. Not yet.

As they neared the edge of the ledge, he looked down then back at her, feeling a ping of doubt again. He gestured, asking lowly, "Ah, how will...?" There was no way she could hold him and go straight up. So did she plan on leaping down with him in tow? She did have lovely wings though. He was always fascinated by them.

**PhoenixAshes**

She gave a soft smile at the familiar sound of the low sound from him, glad it had remained the same. Still the apprehension of what lay behind, back with those closest pulled her gaze to the way she came. Further it was compounded by how she was to get both of them up in the air. A question brought to the forefront of her attention by the his inquiry. The pixie brought the first knuckle of her index finger to her lips as she worked out the problem. "I'll need you to stand, just like this," as she spoke she moved Franky's arms, having them out just enough that if she was flying in she could practically scoop him up that way. "You'll have to hang on when I come back in." Her honey eyes flicked up to his blue. "Make sense? "

**FrankenSoul**

O-Oh, okay. He followed her lead, allowing her to lift his arms and casting a few glances behind at her. Come back in-? Oh lord, she was planning on going flying and then turning around to snatch him to, wasn't she? He nodded in reply, silently hoping for everyone that the impact and lift wouldn't tear any of his stiches.

"Ready to go whenever you are."

**PhoenixAshes**

A reassuring smile and genltly her hands gave a single pat to his shoulders. Soon enough she'd slipped out of his sight, heading back as far as she could on the flat before the ledge. Her speed would have to pick up fast. So,she posed herself like she was about to sprint a race. Breath in....Breath out....go.

Her strides thudded on the stone below, loose small rocks on the surface flying in the wake of her passing feet. The ledge was her last point, the last push as she lept passed him. Airborn purely by physical effort for the quick moment it would take. Her wings formed before gravity could take her back down, the diaphinous form shining as the light passed through.

She climbed in altitude, forward above the trees. Once she was satisfied with the hieght she turned and looked back to him. 'Just like a hawk', she thought, remembering the way they dived for a salmon in the lakes that were nearly their size.

Down, down and building enough speed to lift him once caught. Closer now. Out, level and fast. Catch, then up through the green to the blue.

**FrankenSoul**

He watched her silently, observing everything he could. How she crouched, preparing her muscles for the run. How she concentrated, eyes narrowing. He felt a stab of worry as she neared the edge, as despite knowing what she could do, he didn't want her to trip or get hurt some other way. But no. Her wonderful wings appeared, and she shot off into the sky like a comet of colors. A small gasp left his mouth as he looked on.

Marvelous.

She rose higher and higher, and he was alone temporarily. He sighed heavily, groaning and moving to rub at his eyes. He spoke under his breath, needing to voice his thoughts. "I can't panic yet. I don't know all the detail. I just have to wait for more memories, and... keep calm." Steading himself, he looked up and placed his arms back to where they had been previously as Ciya came back around. Here she comes.

He prepared himself, tensing as he felt her moving closer. He squeezed his eyes shut, and seconds later she snatched him right off the ground. The sensation was sudden and startling, causing him to cry out in surprise and felt his stomach drop. His eyes shot open again, and he could clearly see everything. The land sped by faster than he could have thought, a blur of color and textures. Ahead, the world stretched out into the distance like a three-dimensional map. And almost against his will, a laugh left his throat and his eyes widened. Was this what it was like to travel by air then? Why did Ciya ever walk? This was amazing!

**PhoenixAshes**

Her arms held tight around him, just long enough for her hands to grab her opposite wrists and practically lock him to her. Even though she'd expected it, the weight of him this way was a little unanticipated and she had to readjust to keep her flight even. Once settled she started back for the glade.

At first she didn't recognize the way his laugh sounded. It was so fervid and full, without the muting of his lips allowing an unhindered sound.

"How's the view?" She asked, partially playful, even given the circumstances she understood. A first flight was an experiance all in it's own.

**FrankenSoul**

The view moved out to show everything inside the ring of mountains. A raised valley, sheltered on all sides save for the pass they used to enter here before. Huh. He wondered now, how was his old friend doing? Aunty, as she referred to herself. He couldn't see her village from here. The mountains made sure of that.

Ciya said something, and he almost didn't catch it due to wind and his own concentration. The view...? "Great!" He called back, barely holding in his glee. He had always admired her wings, and now he did far more so.

She was straining. He could tell that much, because he knew her that well. But she didn't need to. They could handle themselves, and Lin wouldn't hurt them. He didn't have any reason to. Before, Franky hadn't meant to scare her by insinuating that they were in danger. There had just so much in his head, and... And he wouldn't try to argue with her now. If she was in a rush to get back, he would go with her.

Though in the end, they didn’t need to worry. Finally approaching Jozef’s home again, Lin was directly in their line of sight. He had been imprisoned. With Vivica’s help and Jozef’s books, a circle had been placed on the ground with a fine sand. Small stones ingrained with special symbols were placed to each point of the compass, a magical field now in place so that Lin couldn’t move beyond the barrier. There he sat upon the grass, his legs folded and his eyes closed. He almost seemed to be meditating, patient and at peace. He wasn’t alone though. Slick lingered close by, slithering back and forth occasionally and keeping his eyes on the slippery man. He wouldn’t be escaping anytime soon with Slick guarding!

His eye twitched mildly at noise from above. What in the gods’ names…? He looked up and spotted none other than his two friends approaching from the sky itself, both of them safe and sound. A great rush of relief enveloped him and it showed as he lifted a hand and waved. From where he sat, Lin only smiled broader.

**PhoenixAshes**

She was glad of that. This in itself would soon be a memory. One he'd have about the time he'd got his own back. In all the things that had happened, at least this was something nearly free from the concerns they'd had through all the trouble. It area was beautiful.

Near the end of the flight, she could feel a tension starting in her back and a burn in her arms. She only held tighter, holding to what she'd promised: she would not drop him.

Below she could see the handy work of their friends and sighed in slight relief. All seemed under control.

From below the witch spotted the two, but no smile came to her yet. Caution was still thrumbing in her. While she had calmed down from the earlier incidents, there was still the unknown factor of how Franky would react to her now--that is if there was a change at all and Ciya wasn't dragging back the same feral one that had ran off.

The pixie put her passenger down firmly on his feet first before completely landing herself. As soon as her feet met the ground and her wings stopped, she felt her legs start to fold under her. That had taken quite a bit more out of her than she'd estimated.

**FrankenSoul**

They approached, and Franky was glad to see that Lin was being held and guarded. Though, he frowned somewhat as he recognized the runes. Huh... Slick waved at him, and Franky gave a small one in return. He was testing himself for now before they drew too close, straining his eyes to peer at Lin and felt... nothing. No fury. Not outburst. No signs of the trauma that before had triggered a harsher reaction from him. That was a relief. One less thing to worry about.

He felt some guilt creep up as he saw Vivica was with Slick outside. Poor woman, he had tried to maul her like an animal. Jozef was absent though. Unknown to Franky, the large golem had moved to search the area and make sure that there was no other "experiments" creeping about and being a danger to them.

Although the flight had been fun, Franky was happy to have his feet back on solid ground again. The impact was a little strong, but he was sturdy and recovered easily. Close by, he watched as Ciya landed as graceful as a swan and then proceeded to begin buckling. He acted on instinct, lunging out to steady her and his arms doing just that as he allowed her to lean on him with a majority of her weight. A small smile plucked at his face as he looked over her, though it was diluted with concern. "Hey now," he spoke softly. "I'm not going to let you fall either. Are you okay?"

Approaching them from the side, Slick's eyes widened and he let out a low whistle. "Well would you look at that," He commented to no one in particular. Franky was talking. And acting way calmer than before. And caring for Ciya as gently as ever. So... everything had turned out fine? Slick gave a crooked grin, folding his arms across his chest. He debated on making a comment but for once kept his trap shut. He would let one of them approach with news first.

**PhoenixAshes**

"I'm fine." She attempted to reassure Franky, all the while holding onto him for as much support as she could. "I just haven't flown like that for a long time." It was true. Usually she didn't carry anything in the same range as Franky, plus not flying while her leg had been injured and then the breaking of the bloodseal weakened her more. It all had lessened her stamina greatly.

She looked over at Slick the best she could and smiling a bit. As always the naga looked like he had something to say about them. Even if he had spoken it, her attention turned to the hesitantly approaching witch.

long her way around the rune stones compass, Vivica made a motion which temporarily strengthened the barier Lin was in.

**FrankenSoul**

Oh, he had wondered if she was going to be able to do this. Poor thing. Always straining herself, for his sake... Luckily, this time she would recover quickly. Her muscles were only tired and she only needed a little rest. Franky saw Slick at the edge of his vision and of course the snake man looked pleased. Especially at hearing Franky talking and sane again. Luckily he kept whatever was in his mind quiet, letting them have their small moment. Franky followed Ciya's eyes to see the careful witch, looking uncertain. And, as he predicted, he felt no fury rise in his chest at the sight of her.

Behind her, Lin only chuckled lowly at the strength she added to the barrier, as if amused. Still, he continued to look to the side, ignoring their group but obviously keeping a sideways gaze upon them.

Supporting Ciya, Franky offered a small smile and lifted a hand to wave. He spoke as softly as he could, though his voice caught every so often. It still wasn't used to being used. "Hello Vivica. Are you feeling better? I'm sorry about before, I wasn't myself... Fast thinking on that spell though."

**PhoenixAshes**

Considering that Franky wasn't going berserk at the mere sight of her, Vivica figured it was safe enough to come closer. She raised a hand in response to his smile and wave only to stop in her tracks, just a few steps behind Slick when Franky spoke.
She looked utterly bewildered. This entire time it hadn't even crossed her mind that when he came back he'd be this calm, let alone having the ability to speak. Her dark eyes blinked a few times before she could even bring out a stuttering response. "Y-yes. I--" Another blink. "Um, thank you?" Once more. "You're talking....?"

**FrankenSoul**

Oh. Right! He had forgotten that this wasn't normal yet. He had adjusted so quickly to being able to talk again, it had slipped his mind that his other friends were not privy to that fact yet. He appeared sheepish, moving to rub behind his head with a free arm while Slick laughed somewhat and pat Vivica's shoulder. "I know! I heard him too just now talking to Ciya. Strange, right?"

Again, Franky ducked his head. Strange...? He supposed so. Slick seemed to be enjoying her reaction most, now turning to them and smirking. "So then, did it work? The potion? You're not going crazy and you can talk again. Soooo?"

They were already getting to this. Of course they were. How to handle it delicately? He formed his words carefully, expression constructed nuetrally. "Oh... um... I can remember some things. But not everything. But it's all coming back, slowly. I uh, found out that..." He trailed off, sliding Ciya a glance. Should he tell them all that had happened? That he wasn't James at all. He didn't want to, but they needed to, because Lin had lied to them.

**PhoenixAshes**

Vivica was going to comment on how contrastingly pleasent his voice was, even when it slipped from the lack of use, but thus far it was still too new to process and form words of her own. All she could do was give a sound of agreement with the naga.
So, he was alright? The urge for flesh Lin had spoken about was gone? It just dissapated by a strange liquid concoction into nothing? There was a flicker of doubt in the witch's expression.

The pixie looked up at her beloved. "Tell them." She encouraged, gently and without any suggestion of her words being an order. Lin had lied. That sickeningly grinning man had lied and blurred everything that they had to go on.

**FrankenSoul**

Vivica was already suspicious of him. And, it was true that he had his memories back and through humanity was able to repress the hunger, but it was still there. He would keep quiet for now though. No need to worry them about something he had under control.

Tell them. Oh boy. As short and quickly as he could, he recalled the events in a tone as flat as if he were simply reciting facts. His face also followed this, going mostly blank as he concentrated on the words rather than what they meant. He had been brought back in a terrible ritual in a cave set into the mountain not far from where they stood. He was never James, he was instead Luke who had created the tome and put a large amount of his work into it. James however WAS his brother, though Franky wasn't sure where he was or even his face. He wasn't sure yet how he had really been killed, but he was sure that James had nothing to do with it. There was so much that didn't make sense yet.

How had he died? If he was working with magic, how did it backfire and bring him back as an undead? Oh. He grew still, the sudden thought chilling. What if... he had indeed had something backfire? Dealing with terrible things, and it had caused him to die and come bac- No, no that couldn't be it. There were others there, others who had tied him down and brought him back. He knew THAT much. Such a mess.

He grew quiet as he finished, unsure on what to do or say. Uncomfortably, he moved his eyes to see Lin had looked his way and was beaming. Franky felt a surge of anger. Why did he seem so happy with himself after all of this?

Slick had listened through the entire ordeal, a slow frown moving to his face. He spoke, careful with his words and growing somewhat tenser. "So... you're telling me that... you were involved with bad magics? The kind that, through the book, hurt Ciya?"

Franky's spine stiffened. He turned quickly, looking at Slick with a helpless expression. Hurt Ciya...? "No!" He replied at once, his anger tinting his tone. Quickly he cooled and added, "I mean... I mean I would never hurt her. Not on purpose."

"But you still made that book." Slick insisted, his frown deepening into a scowl as he jabbed a finger. "You created that THING? What kinds of magic were you involved in then? Seems to me, the bad kind. Were you some kind of evil sorcerer?"

Franky took a step back, accidentally dragging Ciya with him under Slick's onslaught of assumptions. The undead's brows bunched together in hurt and confusion. Evil...? He didn't think so. He didn't think he could ever try to do anything bad, anything to hurt someone on purpose! "I- I can't remember." He finally replied lamely, dropping his gaze to the ground.

**PhoenixAshes**

Vivica's expression, already holding slight bewilderment, flattened before barely changing as she gave a side glance in Lin's direction. Something was off--terribly off. While that didn't change the fact Franky, or Luke, rather, had been tampering with something dangerous there was something more at work here. At least it seemed that way to the witch.

There was a part of her that twinged in anger about what that book had done to her dear friend, however it was well controled. She'd already crossed that bridge and it had done no good for anyone. Questioning him about it and his motives now would not help a soul.

"Slick." She spoke firmly as the naga went off but he went on. "Slick." A little louder. "Slick!" Stepping forward she reached across, her hand going to his chest to push him back if need be. Sadly, the damage was done.

"This does nothing." Her voice was firm.

Ciya looked worriedly between the two as they began to fight. Slick's words slowly creeping upon her. The book indeed was his, but he hadn't known. So it couldn't be his fault at all, right?

At the outburst, the denial of his inolvement-- albiet unintentional-- in what she suffered in breaking the seal, seemed more to her like what it was. Not a denial of guilt but a negative reaction to the idea of her in pain,as the more even follow to his answer suggested.

She went with him as he stepped back and held tight to all that was keeping her up. Lightly, her slim hand rested over the knot of stitches where his heart was, a supportive gesture even at the suggestions made by the naga.

**FrankenSoul**

Slick was ready to follow Franky, teeth grit and eyes narrowed when Vivica stepped in front of him. A hiss made its way through the naga's teeth as he rounded on her, as tense as a snake ready to strike. But he came to himself in moments now, seeing Vivica and hearing her words. Nothing...?

He tsked, turning his glare to the side and adding in a low mumble, "SOMEONE has to say it. Both of you are far too casual about such things, and look where it's gotten us all." None of them wanted to be the pessimist, the realist. If they hated him for speaking it, he would take it if they were at least safe. Still, he would withdraw for now, jerking away and moving towards Jozef's home. He settled against its outside wall where he could keep watch over Lin, scowling at the peaceful man who had yet to say a single word. Bah.

As Ciya touched his chest, Franky flinched and moved to take her hand and squeeze lightly. He suddenly felt very drained, and very tired. He breathed, shaking his head to rid it of lingering doubts. Think later. There was no time for it now.

In a single gesture he swept Ciya into his arms, giving her a brief smile that didn't reach his eyes before addressing Vivica. "He's just... tense. We all are. Ciya's tired, and needs some rest. There's a lot to digest, and I think we all just need some time. But do you have a plan for what to do with him yet?" He tilted his head towards Lin, who had once again seemed to be halfway ignoring them and at complete ease. They couldn’t very well keep him there forever.

**PhoenixAshes**

At Slick's grumbling, Vivica felt herself bristle but it only showed outwardly through the tight line her lips came to. Casual? Far from it. She nearly wanted to spit this at him, since he should know far better than anyone else in their present company how she'd been about the book incident. That pixie in Franky's arms was by far the closest person to family she had left. She'd been everything: furious, terrified.

Before she could speak a word about this Slick had turned away and her eyes followed him heavily. A heavy pit of frustration sitting with her after that.

This was...too much for right now. The pixie thought. Yet, certian facts wouldn't leave her. The book was Franky's, he--as Luke-- had written it and blood sealed away the darker aspects of it. Why-- would have been the next question ,but he body and mind were far too tired.

Now, her love lifted her while blaming himself for all their recent misfortunes. Gently, she held to him. It couldn't be his fault--he handn't known.

"That may be." Viv replied to Franky. "But he's not exactly wrong either. " She sighed, looking Lin's way. "We're going to keep him there for a while more. He may be useful if he doen't lie to you again."

**FrankenSoul**

Wasn't exactly wrong? Vicica's words caused Franky to deflate somewhat, though he didn't show it outwardly. She agreed with Slick? But, then again, maybe they were both right. There was a lot he was currently and willingly repressing. A lot that he wouldn't face until he had a moment alone. But what was important right now was that Ciya was tired and needed to rest.

Their witchy friend spoke that Lin may be of use, and Franky had try to not scoff. Use? Not likely. This Lin man was only furthering his own goals. If he talked, it would be to help himself, meaning it could be a twisted truth or a lie. Aah, it didn't matter, it didn't matter! Smoothing his expression, he nodded. Briskly, he moved towards the house, mumbling, "I'm taking her inside to lay down. Lin can be dealt with later." In a lower tone he added, "If you're going to stay out here, don't do so too long. You could use rest too."

He passed by Lin, who didn't so much as twitch his body or smile. Slick had a very similar reaction, drawn up into his own coils to lean forward and stare at Lin like a fuming child that wasn't done pouting. The tension in the air was too much, and Franky inwardly sighed.

Once inside, he brought Ciya to the old bedroom and sat her down upon the side of the bed before leaning against the mattress with his arms. "Is there anything I can get you?" He murmured, concern showing in his eyes.

"Are you hungry, thirsty? If anything, you should sleep for a little while. You must be exhausted, love."

**PhoenixAshes**

"I won't be long." Vivica replied, her expression still serious but the edge had gone at his words. He seemed genuine about it. Well, he was still Franky after all. That ability to win people back over even after a terrifying incident or a disagreement still remained, and the witch was not entirely immune to that. Her presence here at all was the very proof. As he walked off cradling Ciya, she watched them for part of the way and then went back to strengthening the compass field.

Some of the fatigue lessened the moment she was set onto the bed. No longer having to exert anything, save for a slight adjustment into a more comfortable position. By no means, were the implications made against the one now kneeling forgotten by the pixie, but at the moment they didn't matter. There were too many unknown variables yet to be sure.

Smiling gently she was going to answer that she was fine and not in need of anything but the suggested rest for now, but the last word caught her. "Love", in referance to her, her as his. It sounded so nice. Such a look he was giving her too. Reaching her fingertips brushed feather light against his cheek. "Call me that again?"

**FrankenSoul**

Lin looked towards the edges of the field, and again he seemed to be struggling with amusement. Extending a hand, he prodded at its edges, finding they sparked and caused him slight pain before withdrawing his touch.

"Well done." He complimented Vivica, turning his squinted gaze towards her. "I dare say this could have held me when I was a child. It's what I expect of your skill levels, though."

An insult hidden within a compliment. From where he guarded, Slick hissed lowly before snapping, "Quiet you. I don't want to hear your snide comments towards the greatest witch I've ever known."

Lin lifted his hands at Slick's words, lifting his brows. "Very well, very well. I didn't mean to upset her guard-snake."

Slick scoffed, readjusting himself where he lay and adding on lowly, "Anyway, you haven't been able to escape yet, so her field's strong enough to hold you now." Lin was jabbing and talking, as that's all he could do right now.

Oh. Had... had he said something wrong again? She was giving him a strange look. He had adjusted well to being able to speak again, but the things he was saying and the fact he was saying them continued to stagger his friends.

But at least this was a good look, a happy one as far as he could tell. At his hesitance, she reached out and touched his face with such tender care that the warmth returned with force inside his chest. Huh. How odd. It was similar to the sensation brought on by that potion, only now it was slow and pleasant in place of fast and harsh.

Wait... what was she-? Oh. A ghost of a blush appeared on his face as he realized just what he had said, and now she wanted her to say it again. His hand slid over her own and he gave a small squeeze as he brought his face closer into her palm. "Ah... um, of, of course, love." It was too late now, he was flustered and his smooth speech interrupted. At least there was effort.

**PhoenixAshes**

Vivica ignored him. She knew he was more powerful than her in this regard. The insult was no more than a small scrape to her confidence, annyoing but harmless. At the protective way Slick jumped in for her, she sighed. Grateful that he was so willing to do it, but knowing it was misplaced. She was far from great. Her education on many things had been cut short and might never be completed, because the greatest witch she'd ever known could be-- She shook off the thought and gave a particularly harsh cut off to the power she'd supplied to the last rune. That had no place here now.

"That's because he hasn't tried." She explained factually, her attention going passed Lin entirely. She wasn't going to give him the satifaction of riling her up. "It's the 'why' I'm worried about."

The pixie couldn't help but giggle softly. Poor thing, she'd made him unsteady. Even then, she liked hearing him say it just as much as the first time. Tenderly, her thumb, still free even with his hand over hers, brushed across his cheek. "As far as I know, you've never used that before." In all the times he'd written, she couldn't recall an affectionate moniker being used in place of her name, except when he was teasing in the one time he'd called her a 'sprite'. Yet, it had slipped so easily from him now that he could speak. The idea that he may have been refering to her as such in his mind filled her with adoring affection.

**FrankenSoul**

"Perhaps he hasn't tried because he has a head wound?" He piped up not-so-helpfully, his tone light and whimsical. He turned his face to do so, and with a surge of satisfaction Slick spotted the red print on the man's face that would be lingering for some time. Way to go Ciya, that-a-girl.

Slick had upset Vivica again though by running his mouth and pressed deeper into his coils, silently seething at no one in particular. Well, except Lin. A portion was direction at Lin. Muttering to himself, he spoke, "We should just let me bite his head off and be done with it."

No, Lin couldn't escape and surely that was why he didn't. Or like the man said, he was injured enough to stay for now. Still... Releasing a breath, Slick slowly undid his coils to force them to relax. Vivica was stressed enough as it was. She didn't need a hormonal snake on her hands too. A sharp tooth bit his lip.

"It's... going to be fine. It's all going to be fine. You seem tired too, after helping with the runes. Why don't you go inside? I'll look after him for now. There's some muffins left if you're hungry. I'll try to cook something else though when Jozef comes back to take my place."

Oh no, she was doing that thing she did. That teasing thing that always took him off-guard and made him feel like a fool, albeit a happy one. He'd never used it...?

"Oh, I haven't...? Ah. Well, I'm a bit more formal in writing than I am in speaking. Or, it seems that way. Now I can stutter and stumble over my words instead of marking them out. Wonderful, eh?"

He allowed her finger to touch his skin, the warmth inside flickering steadily, before he leaned away so that he could sit properly on the side of her bed without hovering over her. He breathed, trying to calm his head. How affectionate she was, and he adored her for it, but doing so now felt somewhat... wrong. After everything that had happened this day. After he was beginning to feel like a stranger to himself, a stranger that had bound a book which harmed the one he cared for. And a stranger had no place lingering so close to her.

His fingers moved inside his jacket, brushing against the grimoire before moving on to the booklet that had acted as his voice for so long. He withdrew it and flipped a few pages, looking down as if greeting an old friend who he would part with soon. Lowly, as it to himself, he spoke, "I suppose I'll need to get rid of this now. I don't need it anymore..." What a bittersweet feeling.

**PhoenixAshes**

It was her turn to mock. "Oh, powerful mage undone by a good conk to the head. Tragic." Hopefully, that didn't provoke him to prove otherwise. The moment she'd finished speaking the witch realized how short sighted it was, but it likely felt as good to her as the slap had to Ciya. It seemed like Lin got on everyone's nerves in some way or another.

Slick's muttered idea while a good mental image was just about as short sighted as her comment. Moving around to the naga she let her even espression become less so once her back was to Lin. "I know." The words were spoken quietly as she came within arm's reach to her snakey friend. Gently, she placed her hand on his shoulder. The action dispelled some of the building pressure in all of this. Slick hadn't been wrong just a little too passionate for the moment, they needed to keep her heads. "I'm going in for a bit. Don't let him rile you too much." She smiled gently. "Call if you need me."

Ciya nodded, agreeing on the word 'wonderful'. As he moved to sit beside her, she shifted and gave him space. It was going to take some getting used to, this new him. He wasn't entirely different but there were new things.

The pixie watched as he reached into his jacket, not studying his motions, but his face. Behind those eyes she could see what she'd seen for so long in him, all stirred up into a bubbling confusion and with it some distance from her.

For a moment, it nearly vanished when he'd pulled the booklet that had been his voice out. Instantly she nearly expected him to write, instead he spoke. Get rid of it? The idea ruffled her sigificantly. That little book was as much a piece of him as the grimoire was to who he was without memories.

"You should hang onto it for a while more." She suggested, hoping the worries about it vanishing didn't show on her face. "Lin lied about who you were, we don't know what else he lied about." Maybe the potion's effects wouldn't last and Franky would need a place to write down as much of his memory as he could. If it was perminant, then he'd have a place to write or stetch the things that were interesting.

The thought made something else dawn on her. That bright curiosity he had about things, like her being a pixie or Vivica's witch knowledge, did that remain with him? Or would the memories give him less things to be that excited to know about?

**FrankenSoul**

And there Vivica was, sassing back. Slick had to say, he liked seeing her sass. There was something humorous about it, and her works caused his lips to twitch every so slightly. She neared him though and he felt himself tense. He hadn't exactly been helpful this past hour, and after witnessing these women beat and imprison a powerful mage he really should be more mindful. But no, of course her touch was gentle if somewhat surprising as he blinked at her slowly.

He offered a small smile of his own in reply. Ah. Good old Vivica. He nodded, moving to briefly pat one of her hands on his shoulder and speaking as lowly, "Don't worry. I will."

Wait... He turned to face her somewhat, frowning lightly. What was she suggesting? That he would need it again? That the potion would wear off, rendering him voiceless yet again? He hadn't considered the possibility, and now that she spoke it he felt himself shudder. Gods, he hoped not. Not after EVERYTHING he had gone through to get here.

Still, he knew her well enough to understand that tone she carried. She didn't want him to get rid of it for more reasons than that. Sentimental, perhaps. Perhaps she just wanted some sort of physical evidence that linked him to her, linked his past to her. After all, most of the pages were dedicated to conversations with her.
He didn't mind. He looked towards her, giving a relaxed smile. "Yeah, I'll hold on to it then. Years from now, it'll be fun to look back on these old conversations anyway. Hmm," His smile grew warmer.

"Sorry. I don't mean to be so glum. I'm happy to have reached my goal, but it's not over yet. I think it was just the first step. I'm... grateful, though. To you mostly, for being there for me. I can't ever thank you enough." He leaned closer, moving his hand to smooth the hair back and away from her face. "And hey," He continued, his lips forming a crooked grin. "As promised, I still love you. Perhaps even more than before." If that was even possible.

**PhoenixAshes**

With a small widening of her smile and a light pat on his shoulder, Vivica headed inside with one last glance over her shoulder at the situation. Suddenly she found herself hoping that Jozef would show up again soon. The house and all those temporarily residing in it felt somewhat unprotected without his intimidating presence.

Worry crossed through her already very full expression. The pixie hadn't meant to worry him like that, but it was inevitable. His verbal response was far more easing. He'd keep it then? A touch of a smile at the corners of her lips made it abundently clear how pleased she was with that and only grew as she saw his.

This thanks he gave her for being by his side caused a bashful blush to color her cheeks. It felt only natural for her to be that way with him. While it had been a choice at first, it was the right one and proved to be each time. She'd have thought further on this had the touch not hushed her mind.

He neared and this had to be the hundreth time or so today that her heart had lept in some way. " I know." The words were spoken with the breath of understanding and the brightness of her smile. "I can tell." Taking his hand with her own she squeezed lightly, trying to communicate her next thoughts. " I love you too. Even with whoever you remember yourself to be. "

**FrankenSoul**

Oh, Ciya... The sensation of the moment began to chip away at him, prompting him to lean closer. Gladly, he began to do so, easing himself so that his intentions were clear and she could easily stop him if she wished. Though, there was a deep feeling she wouldn't. His mouth unbound and without fear of it anymore, he could finally do what he had wanted to do for ages. His eyes began to close, his hands roaming up to her head in order to cradle it. He drew closer, prepared and willing- but stopped himself at the last moment.

No. This felt wrong, somehow. Not in anything Ciya had done. No, as usual she was perfect. But rather, something felt wrong with him trying to do this. Again, the sensation he was a stranger pretending to be someone she cared for. And a small fact he couldn't place yet but nagging at him, causing his hesitation and for him to draw back somewhat. His eyes opened, looking at her with so little distance between them, before he pulled back further and breathed with small humor, "I'm sorry. I'm... overwhelmed."

He carefully began to unwind his fingers from behind her head, tugging at the strands with a gentle touch. "I think it's a good idea for you to get some sleep now. It's probably going to be getting darker soon anyway, and tonight you can get some deeper rest. I think you've earned it, after... all of this."

**PhoenixAshes**

Her honey gaze stayed with him for that long moment as he came much closer. She was pleasently surprised to find him willing to go through with something that would have terrified him before. Unlike before, when the first confession of love between them had been brought into the open, she didn't oppose it. Her lids closed at his touch, waiting for what may be. Then nothing.

Stillness flicked her eyes back open in confusion. His motion away from her leaving an unfamiliar ache behind. It was she who was the speechless of the two now. Simply the pixie nodded.

He suggested she rest and softly came the only reply she could think to give. "All right."

**FrankenSoul**

Nice going, idiot. He had accidentally played her emotions, and she didn't seem too happy about it. He... He hadn't meant to. He just needed a moment to breath, to think. He lounged to hold her and reassure her, he still loved her. But he was sure she knew that. He hoped... he didn't hurt her with his sudden withdrawal. Or this next one. He began to stand, taking her hand to squeeze before allowing his own to trail out of it. "Good," He told her, avoiding her gaze.

"I'm... I'm going to go for a walk. Maybe find Jozef and send him home. It would be better for him to be here with Lin here too. I'll see you later." He didn't truly wait for a reply, already slowly moving towards the door. Yes, just some time to organize this mess he found himself in. Then everything would be better. He would do so out of her sight, just in case he had some kind of breakdown before being able to rebuild. He wouldn't cause her anymore stress than he had already.

**PhoenixAshes**

She attempted to hold his hand the way he'd done, but only got the end of it, inintentionally making it seem like she wanted to keep him there. Maybe she did want that, but the blur of uncertainty made all of this strange. As she watched him leave her side, Ciya began to realize what she'd really feared about his memories returning.

That maybe he couldn't consolidate who he was in his past, who he'd been for the years spent the way he'd returned, and who he was as both.

It wasn't memory that would stop him from loving her the way he had, but it might change it either for better or worse.

**FrankenSoul**

Outside the bedroom, he passed Vivica but merely gave her a small hand wave before quickly moving on. He didn't want to talk with anyone else right now, not with his head spinning so. Plus, his relationships with them all seemed to be growing a bit stranger, tenser... This was demonstrated by the way Slick began to stare at him once outside, but averted his gaze after a moment, seeming to remember who was the real cause of it all and now fixing his eyes on Lin.

Franky paused just a moment, locking gazes with the beaming old-young one before sighing and moving on. He moved into the underbrush of the trees, pushing aside limbs and bushes and vanishing from the sight of his snake friend who bit his lip in worry.

Later on, Jozef did return, though he informed them that he hadn't run into Franky out in the woods. Upon being caught up, the golem said nothing except, "The choice was made, and we will abide by it." They had all agreed to do so this morning, and perhaps before.

Jozef took over guard duty for Slick, who happily slithered back inside to begin cooking dinner as the light began to fade. He took a few minutes to leave with a basket, returning with fish and a small grin. It would take some time to prepare, descaling them and removing the bones to create fillets, but it would be worth it. There were plenty of herbs and spices to use after some searching, as Jozef liked to keep stocked for any visitors, and Slick did so vigorously. Cooking helped keep his mind from darker subjects anyhow.

He went all out. A small enchanted box of cold had within it butter and lemons, and Slick warmed the previous and squeezed the latter into a small bowl before also mixing in sugar, pepper, thyme, and parsley. He took the contents and carefully drizzled them out along the fish fillets, allowing it to soak somewhat before finding a loaf of bread and crumbling it so place the crumbs on top. Taking the entire pan, he moved to an old stone oven and with Jozef's brisk help sparked a fire to bake the dish. Soon enough, the smell filled the entire house, and Slick smiled happily. When it was taken out, it looked as good as it smelled. Golden, crisp, and flakey with tender and juicy meats. God, he loved cooking!

He found brown rice to serve with it too, and prepared plates for everyone before moving to awaken Ciya and invite her for a bite to eat. By this time, a few hours had passed and the world had been colored a hue of red as the sun set, still with no sign of Franky. But Slick wasn't worried, the undead would come back at his own pace.

**PhoenixAshes**

Vivica waved but raised an eyebrow quizzically at how fast he seemed to be headed out. While she hadn't got as close to Franky, or at the very least end up with the repport that he and Slick had, this exit concerned her. However, it seemed he needed space that he couldn't get indoors.

Upon the return of Jozef there was an alleviation of worries. If there was anyone to match the still contained Lin it was this metal man. Still his news that he and Franky had missed eachother was disconcerting. It would have been better to at least have a last seen point for the undead.

Eventually, such a feeling let up and the witch helped the naga where she could in the kitchen. Although, he seemed to handle himself and his recepie better when she stayed out of his way. However, she hung about to take in the aromas of the different bits of the meal as they came.

Ciya woke easily. She'd rested, but hadn't really slept deeply. Her mind had been working over what had happened between her and Franky before he left, always coming back to his hesitation and then the distance that seemed to between them. Thankfully, the mouthwatering scent of Slick's cooking was diversion enough-- after all, a day such as this could make anyone hungry.

**FrankenSoul**

It was good to have everyone sitting at the table, enjoying a meal he had prepared and seeming to relax even a little. With a sudden spike of amusement, he realized that he felt like a mother having prepared a meal for her kids. Oh gods, what was with his maternal instinct?

The flavor was good, if he could so say himself, but still he dryly apologized and said that he could have done a bit better if given better equipment and ingredients. In a way, he also supposed this was his way to apologize for his earlier behavior, though he felt he needed to do so now too. He spoke it outloud, bowing his head as he did so and finishing with, "I just don't like seeing my friends get hurt. It drives me a little... crazy."

**PhoenixAshes**

Both women had waved off the first apology and assured Slick he had nothing to worry about when it came to food. It was clearly delicious. The second, however, stopped them both in their actions. Witch and pixie looked to eachother and then back at their naga friend, debating on how to respond to that.

Vivica was first. "It's understandable, and you were right, just maybe a little too hard too soon."

Ciya looked down at the remaining rice on her plate and pushed a shallowl line through it with her fork, unwilling to say anything yet. She'd been avoiding the thoughts of such things pretty well, but here they were again. As her honey gaze lifted it went to the nearest window, worrying about the soon to be dark sky and where Franky was.

**FrankenSoul**

**​​​​​​​**Oh, no he didn't mean to- Shit. He had brought up the dark thoughts again, he had just meant to brush past it and yet he had caused worry to appear in Ciya. Vivica took it with grace, but the pixie had more personal matters tied up in all of this. Slick gave the smallest of smiles and a nod towards his dear witch friend, before carefully extending a hand to pat Ciya on the shoulder.

"Hey," He tried to reassure her, apologetic sympathy visible. "It's going to be okay. I know it's probably strange to have some distance after everything you've both gone through, but he'll come around. He just needs time to adjust. I know him, he'll be back by tonight or tomorrow morning, mark my words. He wouldn't keep someone he loved waiting too long. For now, try not to overthink it or you might turn into a cranky old snake that yells too easily." He allowed a bit of humor to enter his tone, looking towards her steadily.

**PhoenixAshes**

The pat turned her attention back to Slick, unable to hide her worry now. While his reassurance gave her a small smile it didn't do too much to dissolve her worries.

Time to adjust. The words felt so vague and abstract.

One thing did help: ' someone he loved'. She held to that as tightly as a spider in a windblown web. He had said he loved her, and already actions had proven the words. He'd trusted her even when lost to his mind, he'd worried over her like he always had when she showed weakness, and lastly-- that forceful denial when Slick had accused him earlier. The idea of her hurt brought a reaction from Franky, one that he'd held to so far.

Her as a cranky old snake? The pixie blinked,trying to get a mental image that and began laughing. She couldn't, the closest she got was a wigglier version of herself with no limbs except for fused legs.Cranky snake indeed.

**FrankenSoul**

There! A laugh! Much better. He compared the sound somewhat to a bell. She had eased somewhat, and he was glad. She didn't need to worry herself anymore, it wasn't going to help her or Franky. Ah, but that stupid undead. Where was he?

Giving a final pat and squeeze, Slick began to gather the dishes that were ready to go and begin the process of cleaning up. He personally was stuffed, and would gladly roll up soon to sleep for the night. Time passed, and soon the chores were done and a fire was burning to create a cozy atmosphere. Jozef cracked open his "door" to bid them all goodnight, saying he would keep guard for a while until he had to rest and recharge his fire. Still, if anything sudden happened he would quickly awaken.

Slick himself would keep in the front of the house and, as predicted, pulled himself into his coils to begin slumbering. It would be difficult to do as there was a lot to think over, but as he told Ciya, worrying would do nothing. He needed to be at his top strength in order to help fight if anything happened. Sadly, as the night went on, it seemed Franky would keep them waiting until morning to see them again.

The night grew darker and deeper. Clouds had rolled into the valley, blocking out a majority of light. The dead of night, even nocturnal animals were bedding down deep into their homes and waiting out the strange air of dread that was descending among them.

A form pushed itself from the forest, almost completely camouflaged with his hues. His eyes looked over the dwelling. Jozef had faded, his fires lowering and providing a small source of light as he leaned against his home. And not far from him was Lin, directly facing Franky with a look of utmost curiosity and fascination.

Franky visible grimaced before approaching the paler form, silent as he looked up and down the mage that had caused so much strife. Lin returned the stare, lightly tapping his fingers before asking, "Well?"

The other was silent a long while, forming his words carefully. His gaze was cold and calculating, sizing up the other and processing what it could.

"I remember... enough." He frowned, moving up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "It hurt. I had to wrestle the information from the hidden portion of my consciousness, and then it took even longer for it to absorb and make sense of itself." Accepting it had been easy afterwards, though. As easy as breathing.

Lin clasped his hands together, pausing to look back and make sure the sound hadn't awoken Jozef before continuing in hushed tones. "Oh good! I was hoping that I wouldn't have to wait much longer. Do you mind...?"

Ah. Of course. Franky nodded stiffly, bending down towards the stones that created the barrier. His fingers closed around the first few, causing them to shock him terribly, but of course he could feel nothing. He chucked them far into the forest, and watched the air around Lin shimmer and resume its normal state. Tentatively, the mage waved his hand to check that the barrier was truly gone before standing and gracefully stepping out.

He beamed towards the other, placing a hand onto his shoulder. "Thank you very much~ So, I assume you'll be continuing your work? It's been difficult to continue without you."

Hm, imagine that. In a dead tone, Franky replied, "Yes, of course." He thought that would be implied with their situation.

"Good! Well then, come along, before our guard awakens." Lin turned to briskly walk, but was stopped as Franky didn't follow. The undead's face had begun to frown, becoming tinted with sadness. "I need a moment to do something before I go."

"Oh, of course." Lin smiled broadly, moving to loosely cross his arms. "I'll be waiting for you at the pickup. Do please come, and don't do anything foolish."

Bah. Franky shrugged nonchalantly, hearing the words but not truly caring. Having been acknowledged, Lin left him to do whatever it was he needed to do.

Quietly, Franky opened the door to the home and peered inside. One, two... Yes. Slick and Vivica, exactly where he had thought to find them. Good, he didn't want to have to deal with unknowns right now. More silent than one might have thought him capable, he made his way past and towards the bedroom where he might find who he was looking for. Pressing a palm against the wood, the oiled hinges didn't betray him with a squeak as he looked inside. Was she slumbering peacefully...?

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