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She jumped when he jumped, taking a step back from him, despite there being ample space between them. She bobbed her head a bit, trying to apologize and acknowledge his words at the same time. "Adult Reeve is not feeling well and said he wanted to be alone so I left." she said softly, looking to him with apology for having done so. When she did, she saw his eyes also had changed. Her lips trembled for a moment before she crossed the room, closing the distance between them to make sure she was seeing shat she thought she had and not seen what she feared to. "It seems that you also are unwell. Would you care to be alone also?" she asked softly, rather expecting the same answer.

"The things I said seemed to upset him. I hope to apologize properly when next we meet. As for you, young one .." she began softly. Holding her hands before him, a mirror appeared between her palms, pointing it toward young Reeve so he could see himself. "You are changed .. your eyes, just as adult Reeve has changed." she said sounding almost apologetic for bringing this to his attention.

"Actually the things I say quite often upset him it seems. I try to be kind to him yet it often does not turn out how I would hope." she said softly, stopping when she saw more changes in him. She bobbed her head bit saying only; "Your hands."

"Your hands are claws." she said as the mirror disappeared. "Indeed I had since we discovered he is unwell. Yet .. well moving on .. would you pleas help him since he requested me for he to be alone? Perhaps not this very instant, I would not want to upset him further. Nor you."

"A possibility is that this may be happening because you three parts of Reeve who is whole are still separated. Another option is the magics you know are upset and this is its way of telling you" she offered softly, trying to help but not sound motherly about it.

"Perhaps he did not mean to do so?" she asked, sounding hopeful.

Fox walked in wiht hsi hood on hsi his head covering his matted and oil infested hair. his cloke that he was waring and the wrapings that where around him. Where darkend with durt and blood. What he was doing was not known, but it had to come with a death. He walked his way to the bar, He was thersty and dreadly hungry. he got his water, throwing that back. He headed down to his mothers room. He needed a shower, THe blood that was covering him was dryign and cracking as he moved. This passing threw was just saht a a pass threw, who knew if he was going to be back, but he was not staying for now.