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"Come in!" Emelyn called from the bed, where she was stretched out on her side, writing in her journal which lay beside her. She'd long since kicked off her boots, and unceremoniously folded pillows propped up her arm.

She sat up, a pillow unfolding up against her back as she did so, and she shut the diary. "No, not at all. Come on in!" She stretched over from the bed and plopped the diary down on the desk. "I'm just musing. Pull up a chair."

Em's eyes widened noticeably, and she sat up, pushing the pillows out of the way as she took the offered notebook text.

"You liked it? Gah, how flattering!" She said, beaming as she held the book to her front.

As much as she would have liked to suck more praise from the woman- a writer is a needy creature, after all- there were more important things being said. She put the book with her diary on the desk, and sighed, a slight, knowing smile on her face as she looked at Greer.

"Yes. I was with him before he changed. He was feeling ill, and he thought it was because of the Halloween party. That he'd drank too much. I would have stayed with him, but we had a stupid fight. So I left. And then he transformed. ...Amaya and I..." she paused, wrinkling her brow in thought, "I don't know if you know Amaya- I just met her myself then. ...She and I went to Ambrose's at the same time, and we were the first ones that saw him changed."

"Yeah..." Em said, sighing. "I'm worried about him too. I can't tell whether he's taking it really well... or terribly, at this point."

"It's perfectly alright," Em assured. "We have to be able to come to each other to talk about things like this. Especially when we're worried about our friends. ...I know that Sean is worried about you." She hoped she wasn't betraying a confidence by telling Greer this, but somehow doubted that the lovable sea lion would mind the concern of two women who cared about him.

"...We spoke at the party. He seems... the most distraught I've ever seen him. I'm so sorry to tell you, but I figure a part of you already knows. He's just concerned about you."

"I don't think there's any weakness or frailty to it. Not that I expect any of us to deal with a transition without any difficulty..." she recalled her own self-imposed hermitage of several weeks, and fell silent for a moment, "But you've been handling things as well as can possibly be expected. I really don't think that's why he's been having so much problems..."

She recalled her conversation with The Dude, and tried to vocalize what she'd thought about it, "I think what he's been having such a problem with is the 'why you'? Why are you turning into something that may take away your hands... that changes you so much. He didn't plan for all the changes. For all the coping of what will happen to you."

The realization of how foggy the view was between Greer and her understanding of her relationship hit Emelyn quite strikingly.

"But... Greer..." she explained, still not entirely believing that the woman didn't know. " ...He... loves you. And when you love someone, what happens to them affects you, as well. In fact, sometimes, it's worse. Because you can deal with what happens to you. You can cope with the changes, or internalize- but when something happens to someone you love, you're... so helpless. ...When Mizzie was diagnosed, I wished so much that it had been me, and not her."