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Iniko gave a cocky grin at her, hoping she didn't notice he'd slowed down time for him so he could enjoy the moment even more. He'd forgotten his eyes shine red for a split second when he did that. When she sat down, he dismissed the time slowing, his eyes glowing again, and he shrugged. "I guess I did. All the better to protect you." When she flushed, he grinned, loving the splash of red against her pale features. When she held her hand on to him, his eyes glinted with mischief. Taking it, he kissed her hand- and then slowing time so that it seemed even faster to her- he swept her into his arms, walking her around the cabin. "It's pretty small. There's a kitchen, the front room we were in, the old master room that is Jamesons, and now a bigger room," He opened the door. "With four bunk beds, and four dressers." He flushed a bit. "We could've probably made us individual rooms, but I figured we'd all sleep better knowing each other were in the room."

Wylie closed her eyes to enjoy the breeze- right as it ripped her hat out of her hands. "No!" she didn't realize the farther up she was, the more her voice would carry- quite clearly down to the base of hte trees, and the hat floated down and began flying away. Frantically trying to climb down the chase after it, Wylie scrapped her hands and cheek- the opposite one of the blood splatter- against hte rough bark of the tree, keeping her gaze on her slowly but surely flying away hat.

((hint hint as well)

Iniko laughed. "That's for sure. Gets damn lonely, especially when you're not even in the same building." He set her down on one of the beds. "This bunk bed is for the girls. Since heat rises, I figured you'd take the bottom on and Wylie would take the top one. I'm set up on the top one of the boys, simply because the bottom bunk is longer, and specially designed for our tall Jarlan." He rolled his eyes. "Who got taller, so it still might not fit him." He sat down next to her and leaned against her, closing his eyes and just enjoying the smell and comfort of having her near. She had the clear, pristine sent of freshly fallen snow- which he'd only discovered when he woke up in winter and thought she was in the room with him. That had been a sad day. He wrapped his arm around her waist, unaware of the possessive and clingy gesture he'd made.
When she complimented his smell, he chuckled softly and nodded. "You do too." He noticed how tired she was, and turned to shift her to be laying down. "Get some rest." He brushed her hair out of her face.

When Wylie heard Jarlan tell her that he had her hat, she calmed down, and carefully climbed the rest of the way down, standing in front of him smiling gratefully. "Thank you." She reached for her hat, but before she could grab it, he'd noticed her face. "Hm?" She watched him wipe off the blood and put pressure on her scrape. "Ah- wait, don't do that! Your shirt will stain!" She jerked backwards, trying to save his shirt. "I'm used to it, I've done worse. It's just a little scrape."

Iniko nodded a bit, shifting to lay next to her, even as his face went bright red and he glanced at the door to see if anyone was coming. He wrapped his arm around her, trying to subside his blushing, sure the heat coming off his face was disturbing her. When the iceflakes started hitting them, he chuckled a bit, hoping that that wouldn't make the bed too cold for the nights when Wylie slept.

She put her hands on her hips, and rose an eyebrow. "I just got the scrape scrambling after a hat. Clothes are important." She blinked when he plopped the hat on her head, and adjusted it. "Thank you, Dormouse." She fiddled with one of the red ribbons wrapped around it, before dropping her hands and tilting her head. "We're in a cabin in the woods atop a mountain- who's saying there even is antibiotic cream? We'll have to ask Jameson." About then she realized just how close he was standing, and blushed- which, oddly, made her scrape sting. Stinging though it was, it didn't really cause her to react. They all had high pain thresholds.

Iniko soon dropped into sleep alone with her, finally relaxing for the first time since he left to save his friends.

Wylie shrugged and nodded. "Alright, if you think so." She smiled at him, and turned and led the way to the cabin, wandering around until she found him in the kitchen. "Hiya, bunny! Dormouse thinks that I should ask if you've got anything to clean this scrape up." She pointed at it, smiling brightly.

Jameson blinked. "Bu...nny?" He glanced at Jarlan, as if for explanation. "I.. uh... are you Dormouse?" HE shook his head, trying not to be confused. "Yeah, I've got some antibiotic cream. Have to fly it in, but it's important up here." he reached into a cupboard, pulling it down. "Would you like to do it?"

Jameson had a bit of a nod. "Ah... Alright." He recovered and grinned. "Hey, I hope I get a name other than Bunny one day. It'd be cool to be known well enough." Jameson turned away, resuming his cooking.

Wylie was squinting at Jameson until he turned away, wondering why he looked... weird. She couldn't place it. Distracted, Wylie glanced at Jarlan. "Why you can, Dormouse, but I'm Mad Hattress, not Miss!" She tilted her head at his comment. "Leave them alone a lil. It's been three years, and they're all but a couple. As long as no one is screaming, we can give them some privacy."

Jameson tilted his head. "Why are you 'Mad' Hattress?"

"Because I'm mad, of course!" She laughed. "Absolutely." It was hard to tell, but her grip on reality was slipping in and out. It'd left while she insisted she was mad, returned when Jarlan spoke of the others, but left at Jameson's question.

She grinned at him, grateful, and for now, settled in reality. "Thank you!" She hadn't realized her hand was scraped too until he washed it as well. Staring at it, she sniffed it, and wrinkled her nose. "It's smells like a lab." Though most people recognized that smell as the smell of germ-killers, for her it meant the lab, which meant the scientists.
Moving her hand away before it could bring up bad memories, she glanced up at him. Remembering, she jumped up, and pulled the book out of her jacket. "I do! Look, I managed to save it!" It was the only book they'd allowed her to keep in her confines, mostly because she'd snuck it in, and short of using drugs to make her pass out, they'd had no way of getting it back. She glanced at Jameson as he was cooking, and answered Jarlan's question. "Well, he's imagining making a stew out of the meat he's slicing."

Jameson jumped, shooting startled eyes at her. "Iniko said you were an illusionist, not a mindreader."

She chuckled and tipped her hat up. "I'm the Mad Hattress, Wylie, the trickster. I make illusions by planting them in your imagination and making them feel real. I can just as easily get into your imagination without messing with things in there. Half the time, I can't even help it. In fact, I'm putting up blocks against Iniko right now, because his dream had started to take a naughty turn." She winked at Jarlan. "Teenagers."

Jameson nodded, but added. "At twenty-one, you're not really that far past teenager yourself, young lady."

She shrugged a bit. "Because I always do? Usually this one, in fact?" When his stomach growled hers did as well, and Jameson laughed. "Stew's gonna be awhile, but here." He opened a cupboard and threw an apple at each of them. Wylie caught it, but stared at it a moment. "Huh. I've never seen one unsliced before." She took a big bite, and the juice dribbled down her chin. He questioned her, and she nodded, glad her mouth was full so she didn't blurt out about having been in his dreams. Then he kept going, and she grabbed his arm, swallowing hte apple. "Leave them alone. It's innocent, really. They're just snuggling. They really like each other, Jarlan, give them at least some time to themselves." The fact that she used his real name was an odd thing- and a sign that she was very firmly in reality.

Jameson turned around, frowning and wipping his hands off on a towel, having just washed them after handling raw meat. "Just about 20 years ago." He glanced at him.
"I knew it!"
Startled, Jameson swung around towards Wylie, who was standing pointing at him like she'd seen an extra head pop out. "I knew you looked familiar!"
"Familiar? But-"
"Your eyes!"
Her grounding with reality was shaking, and she grinned dementedly. "Same of blood, eyes shining the same song of ice." The kitchen appeared to shake as she projected illusions into their mind. She held a mirror- false, but as effective as a real one- to the both of them. "Look at your own eyes, then into the eyes of another! You might find a pattern~!" Her voice was singsongy as her eyes twinkled with an insane gleam. "20 years, a baby is stolen from his mothers arms, and twisted about in form. His eyes, though, his eyes shine clear, a mirror to his fathers misty gaze."
Jameson stared at her in slight horror, aghast at the way she was acting, before glancing back at Jarlan, and then at the mirror. "Good god." the resemblance between the eyes- color, shape, even the bones around them- was uncanny. It was identical. "This doesn't... necessarily mean anything." HE said, his throat catching as he tried not to hope.