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Goodness, but she'd been busy lately. Work and life had picked up and while her uncle Vincent kept insisting she didn't owe rent, she did work hard to help ease bills and that included groveries -- but even then her duties ended -- specifically, because her uncle insisted she enjoy herself a while. She supposed he was right. She meant well and loved her as much as her father had, and so she opted to repay him by continuing to watch gfor Youma near the house as Dubhe. Super Dubhe.

Being a Super Senshi was strange, and Ezekiel had been very unhappy when it came that a cat upgraded her, but, characteristic of the Tucana family, and not the Hydrus, Dubhe firmly asserted it wasn't as bad as Susanoo made it out to be, smacked him, and carried on with her buysiness. She loved Zeke, but in her experience, power was important if you were less willing to fight... Unlike Susanoo.

Dubhe stretched as she walked along her patrol route, taking in the night with a casual approach as she tried looking for those whom might do ill, or in casr of someone she knew; her ears were tuned too, in case someone didn't need her, so much as her healing magicks, the senshi walking at a leisurely pace down the road slowly, taking in the environment with a casual gaze before pausing.

She felt something, and it was enough to lower her arms and made a quizzical sound before turning to investigate, cheer in her step as she approached. Was it a new friend, or foe? She hoped friend -- friend she liked, and she waved, smiling brightly.

"Hi!"

Dubhe beamed at Ingrid, giving a practiced curtset before motioning.

"I'm -- I guess Sailor Dubhe? Senshi of Sahasrara/ And thank you for the compliment! I like your fuku too!" Dubhe liked every fuku, but she didn't mind admitting that. And compliments were best handled graciously!.. However Dubhe then motioned, and smiled.

"As for chipper... Well, I hope it's not too much? I like people. Especially people I'm not having trying to kill me." She did so hating fighting, considerably, and the senshi then relaxed some.

"How are you this evening? Are you well? There's no trouble out is there?" Dubhe worried! Admittedly, she also liked people in general, which was both said and expressed. She did, however, accept she had a healing magic and not a defense or combat one... Ah well!

"You are not wrong." Dubhe chuckled, smiling gently before motioning. 'Dealing' implied something was wrong, and Dubhe immediately approached a bit, expression concerned; worried there was something hurting the other senshi, and Dubhe wanted to help... Somehow, and the healing senshi's brows knit as one hand lightly rest upon her shoulder. "...Sweetie... Is something wrong? I don't mind offering a shoulder, if.. You need one? Or -- I can get my cousin? If you need someone to lean on and someone to watch for trouble, or..."

Dubhe couldn't help worrying, help caring.

The war was brutal. Losing her father to a youma proved that, and the senshi briefly wilted at the memory, the starseed vanishing... But her hurts could wait, and Dubhe was determined to help, if desired. "As for trouble -- no... But as I said... Sweetie... If you need to talk to someone, or break down -- anything... I'm happy to be a shoulder...."

"Life things happen." Dubhe agreed, but she wasn't going to force her to talk, and instead accepted the graceful roll of the conversation with a smile.

"I'd love a patrolling partner! It makes things go better, especially ah, with my magic." Dubhe flushed pink a moment, motioning. "I'm... I'm a healer. Which, to answer what my sphere is, I think it links to my magic? I googled it once but it's not... The best description I have is the crown chakra? It's followed with a lot of history... A lot.... More than I could read without my brain turning to oatmeal."

There was so, so much... Too much. Be it luck or not multiple beliefs AND pop culture boith dealt in it and trying to find facts from fiction or a bad trip felt like more effort than it needed to be. All Dubhe wanted was what her sphere was, not the concepts and theories behind it, and uuugggghhh. Why. And much of her homeworld actually didn't deal with her sphere.... Yet. Maybe? Maybe it was something lost...? Now she needed to take another trip. Dubhe mentally determined to move on and looked to Ingrid with a smile. "What about you? I mean, I know holly's a plant, but..." She was curious!

"Holly's still a nice sphere, though." Dubhe smiled. "And I'm sorry your twin ended up with a sphere you're not fond of." Dubhe really was sorry; family... Family was important to her, especially after her fasther's death. She... Admittedly refused to move out on her uncle Vincent, now, really. Then she hummed.

"I think my cousin might have the less abstract sphere between us. He's the Senshi of Tengu and.... He's STILL irritated I'm stronger." Zeke meant well -- she wasn't happy the times she'd been forced into battle, and instead elected to avoid fighting as much as possible. Dubhe was a healer, which made her happy. Zeke - Susdanoo - was very much a fighter, and she suspected alone he might attack anything remotely chaos.

And then there was her response -- absolutely trying to be friends.

"I'm not sure how genetic powering is, but, my cousin lives with me since I still live with my uncle." Dubhe explained, before fidgeting. She was honestly flirting with moving out when the youma attack happened, and her father dying... Yolie couldn't leave. Not seeing how heartbroken her uncle was. "He actually might like meeting othewr people. He's admittedly on the intense side at times, but he's good company. He awakened after I did by a couple years, though."

And he fiussed and complained about her trying to be a one-woman army about powering. Sailor Susanoo was far crankier, and he was mostly only gentle about her father. Now, anyhow, that he understood why she had handled it so badly.

"I think time is what iut takes to get stronger? Time, patrolling. That's really a majority of what I do. And I wouldn't go alone -- taking someone is... Wise. Youma are... Brutal, and hostile. If you aren't prepared they can do real harm."

Like her father. Dubhe still prayed daily nothing hurt her unjcle Vincent. Sje doubted any of them couild take it, let alone her other relatives outside of the house. The thought turned her stomach and the senshi shivered, closing her eyes a moment.

Dubhe smiled a bit, opening her eyes appreciatively. She tried not to let the past hurt, but the past did hurt, and Dubhe accepted that. Still, comfort... Was welcome. As was the idea of food. Tonight was rather quiet, anyhow -- and helping another senshi and working with thjem was a nice idea.

"I'd like that." Dubhe answered, calming from her brief flash of tension with a smile. "That sounds perfect." And working with another senshi? Matve Susanoo would finally stop chewing her out. A pause.

"We... Can probably also hang out unpowered too, sometime... If you'd like? I mean, I work at a maid tea house, but off work?"