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Iniko grabbed a bowl for himself, grateful for Jameson's awesome cooking, unrefined though it was, and plopped down next to Wylie, with space next to him for Nieve. He smiled at her.

Wylie glanced up and grinned at the two of them, waggling her eyebrows. "Well, the two of you sure took a long time, what were you doing?"

Iniko smiled fondly when he felt the shoulder bop, amazed at just how much more at home he felt, now that his friends were here. Jameson was nice, but he'd felt so alone for so long, and now all his friends, with all their quirks, were sitting around a table together, free.

Wylie laughed at his comment about eating much much more. "Well, here, I only ate half of mine." She pushed her bowl towards Jarlan, but Jameson pushed it right back to her, to her surprise. "Wha?" "You're gonna need your strength, eat more than that."

Wylie stared at the bowl, for a moment shooting Jameson a dark look. It was rare to see Wylie in a bad mood- usually, instead of going angry, she went insane. She pushed the bowl, quite deliberately, towards Jameson. "I appreciate the consideration, but I've lived enough years of my life having my eating habits mandated by others." She stood up and walked over to Nieve, smiling and helping wash the bowls and dishes used for cooking.

Jameson sat there, looking a little dumbstruck.

Iniko couldn't help it, he laughed. "You kinda deserved that. I didn't really take well to orders when I first got out either, remember?"

Wylie nodded as Nieve commented on being done, and shrugged when she mentioned sleeping, not mentioning that there were plenty of things to do- that she'd know, because even when she could sleep, she tended to avoid it. Except when Jarlan was sleeping, which was admittedly pretty often, but somehow not at the same time as her most times. When Nieve mentioned a new dress, Wylie glanced over at Iniko.

Iniko was watching Jarlan lay his head on the table and rolling his eyes. "Jarlan, the beds are through there," He motioned with his thumb, before glancing over at Nieve and Wylie, and then back at Jameson. "We should be able to get you a new dress, Nieve." Iniko smiled, and glanced at Nieve.

Wylie jumped a bit when Nieve patted her arm, but smiled at her, patting her head. She was only a few years older than the others, but she felt she'd aged eons more. Watching Jarlan walk into the bedroom, Wylie gave a wan smile, and glanced outside. "I think I'm going to go do a little more exploring." She smiled over at Iniko and Jameson. "I'll stay safe, don't worry." And like that, she'd whisked herself out the door, heading up the nearest tree, and glancing around to survey the land.

Iniko watched Wylie run off, frowning. "She always was the one who played by herself but kept an eye on us, huh? She's almost like a big sister, instead of a friend." He scratched his head. "She'll probably chill out after a few days." He glanced over at Nieve. "You go ahead and head to sleep if you're tired, I'm going to talk to Jameson a little more before I pack it in myself."

Jameson nodded, before flickering a glance out the window just in time to watch Wylie climb a tree. "How does she do that and keep her suit white?"

Iniko laughed at that, nodding. "I suppose so. I guess I never noticed it actively. She just felt like one of the group." He flushed a bit at her comment, well aware that Jameson had raised a single eyebrow. "Oh really now?" Iniko flushed. "Oh shut it."He muttered, embarrassed, but following Nieve in, no longer wanting to talk to Jameson at all.

Jameson laughed at Iniko's antics, and glanced out the window, admittedly worried about Wylie. He'd seen his wife go a little nuts after the 'death' of his son, so he knew what nuts looked like, and Wylie's santiy was touch and go. If she had an episode at the top of a tree... Frowning to himself, Jameson began to brew some coffee, settling in for a long night of worry. Learning Jarlan was his son had reawakened fully all the fatherly senses that had begun to form since Jameson met Iniko, and as the four of them were so close knit, he found himself considering each of them his child.

A few hours had passed and it was well into the night when Wylie, pristine white as usual, wandered back into the house quietly, jumping when she saw Jameson. "Oh, why're you still awake?"

"Could say the same to you. You got sleeping issues?"

"Um.."

"Mountain men know things. Why don't you sit down and I'll get you a sleeping remedy."

"I don't take sleeping pills."

"It's just some tea." And a little something extra, but that can't hurt.

Wylie stared at the cup Jameson offered her a few moments later, wondering why the liquid didn't smell like any tea she'd been served in the lab. Maybe the herbs were fresh and it made all the difference? Shrugging, she took a large gulp, immediately relaxed. She sipped at the rest of the drink, feeling faintly fuzzy and ready to go to sleep. Setting the cup aside, she pushed to oher feet, alarmed to note she was so tired that the room swayed. She staggered to the bedroom, taking her hat off and setting it down somewhere along the way. She fell into the first bed she saw, unaware that it was already occupied, though only by one other person.

Jameson frowned a bit, watching her. "Guess I put too much brandy in it. Less next time, that's for sure."

Wylie sat in a meadow surrounded by puppies of all different breeds, demanding her attention. Laughing, she fell backwards as she swarmed over her, licking at her face and hands as she tried to give them all the attention they needed. She rolled to her side, giggling, to escape the puppies, but one of them butted her shoulder, and she reached back and scratched him lightly behind the ear, chuckling as she more rubbed than scratched, so as not to hurt the sensitive skin on the pupppies head.
Meanwhile, in the real world, the 'puppy' Wylie was petting in her dream was actually Jarlan, her fingers rubbing behind his ear in a way that, when used on a human rather than a puppy, wasn't quite as innocent.

Iniko wasn't shivering, but had pulled Nieve as close to him as the blankets could possibly allow.

Wylie woke with a start at the gasp, instantly completely awake, and even as she yanked her hand back in shock, she heard Jarlans almost but not quite suppressed sound of pleasure. Her face went a shade of red that rivaled Iniko's eyes, she mumbled/slurred some sort of apology/explanation about puppies, and jumped out of the bed like she'd been burned, immediately fleeing outside, face still bright red.