08-05-2013, 10:26 PM
Sam is there, too. She was the one holding the baby in the vehicle. She was the one who released him into the Den Father's gentle hands. She crashed out in one of the spare rooms for the night and she slept surprisingly well, all things considered.
It's all of a day later and she's still around. She's showered and her clothes are being washed. She's just now coming from seeing the sleeping baby, and from speaking to the Den Father.
Now, before she goes, she checks in on the mother. She looks for people to talk to in order to voice her opinion on the very matter Erich is wondering about. That's how she finds him. And she tries not to laugh at the image of a man more than foot taller than her, a wall of solid muscle, sipping from a juice box with his srs face on.
-- Like she's one to judge, the petite kinswoman is wearing borrowed clothes, the t-shirt made for someone Erich's size that hangs so low it all but hides the hem of the shorts she's also borrowed ---
It's hard to hide that amusement. Luckily she doesn't have to.
It dies and bleeds right out of her when she sees the woman in the holding cell. Stepping forward, she places her palm to the glass.
"People are talking about killing her." She doesn't say 'euthanize.' Sam doesn't see it that way, no matter how much of a sick, wounded animal the woman appears to be now. "I am one hundred billion percent against it," she says back over her shoulder at the Ahroun and whomever else is there, in a way that holds both conviction and determination, but also with a bit of trepidation. She's Kinfolk. At best she can hope they'll take her words under advisement, but ultimately the Garou will do what the Garou will do.
Looking back at the figure through the glass, she says, "If it's resources people are worried about, I can pay for her room and board. I can help with her counseling, too. But if we kill our own because they're damaged or because there might be a chance they're in some way dangerous..." She trails off, shaking her head, fingers curling against the glass. "No, our Kin." They can't see her face, but from the sound of her voice her teeth are clenched.
Because Fern murdered River of Clouds and is now being cared for at Forgotten Questions.
Because Kelly was the one guarding Champion of Honor's prone body in a room smeared with blood and entrails.
And don't even start with Champion of Honor himself.
Being Kin herself, obviously Sam would have some concern over their treatment. Turning around, she leans back against the window. She shrugs her shoulder.
"Then what does that make us?"
It's all of a day later and she's still around. She's showered and her clothes are being washed. She's just now coming from seeing the sleeping baby, and from speaking to the Den Father.
Now, before she goes, she checks in on the mother. She looks for people to talk to in order to voice her opinion on the very matter Erich is wondering about. That's how she finds him. And she tries not to laugh at the image of a man more than foot taller than her, a wall of solid muscle, sipping from a juice box with his srs face on.
-- Like she's one to judge, the petite kinswoman is wearing borrowed clothes, the t-shirt made for someone Erich's size that hangs so low it all but hides the hem of the shorts she's also borrowed ---
It's hard to hide that amusement. Luckily she doesn't have to.
It dies and bleeds right out of her when she sees the woman in the holding cell. Stepping forward, she places her palm to the glass.
"People are talking about killing her." She doesn't say 'euthanize.' Sam doesn't see it that way, no matter how much of a sick, wounded animal the woman appears to be now. "I am one hundred billion percent against it," she says back over her shoulder at the Ahroun and whomever else is there, in a way that holds both conviction and determination, but also with a bit of trepidation. She's Kinfolk. At best she can hope they'll take her words under advisement, but ultimately the Garou will do what the Garou will do.
Looking back at the figure through the glass, she says, "If it's resources people are worried about, I can pay for her room and board. I can help with her counseling, too. But if we kill our own because they're damaged or because there might be a chance they're in some way dangerous..." She trails off, shaking her head, fingers curling against the glass. "No, our Kin." They can't see her face, but from the sound of her voice her teeth are clenched.
Because Fern murdered River of Clouds and is now being cared for at Forgotten Questions.
Because Kelly was the one guarding Champion of Honor's prone body in a room smeared with blood and entrails.
And don't even start with Champion of Honor himself.
Being Kin herself, obviously Sam would have some concern over their treatment. Turning around, she leans back against the window. She shrugs her shoulder.
"Then what does that make us?"