A small parcel just happens in her new dwelling, as of course he’d know where it is, having helped her find a location.

“Wayne?” The man echoed Devi in his response, still shining the brim of one of his mugs. Typically he wasn’t supposed to just disclose information about his customers on a whim, but the way Devi sulked in all despondent and defeated managed to yank at his weakened heart strings. 

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In the aftermath... words were said, wounds were healed, yet more promises made... this time, by her for once... but while the crisis was nicely beaten down and out of the picture... the core problems remained.

Progress had not been made.

Promises had been made weak and untenable.

Rage and betrayal were still dwelling in his heart... even though he still couldn’t truly blame her in the end, and because of that the turbulence failed to calm down on its own.

So, he carefully took the time, after he let her get some space, a breather, to work out the best course of action...

...and then, all that was left was to deliver his ‘suggestion’ to her in person, returning to the room she had been in last.

Send “Memory Stone” to get a flashback from my muses past.

“Hey Mom, can I ask ya a question?” The youthful Chris looked up as he helped his Mother with washing the greasy remnants of their fish and chips from their plates.

Rebecca glanced down to her son, and she offered a fond smile to him, though she obviously looked worn from today’s work, “Of course, what’s on ya mind?”

Handing a plate to her, Chris now glanced aside nervously as he gently twisted the sponge in his hand, “I...Was w-wanting t’ask...” Bright blue eyes gazed to his Mother’s eyes, wide and curious, “...What was Dad like?”

“What… the hell have you done to yourself?”

He looked away, ashamed of how he looked at the moment. Tainted by Primal energy to the point of it being visible. He had hoped he would have fixed everything by the time she returned.

“Y-You know how I haven’t been feeding? Well.. this is kinda just what happens when the amount of Primal energy in my body is higher than the Soul. I thought maybe I could find a way around feeding to get energy back and restore myself but..”

The small, defeated frown on his face said he didn’t.

It takes a short while, but the door comes open slowly, in that foreboding way it does, metal and bearings shifting and clanking. In the door is Bjorn, just as big, just as angry-looking, but a little more tired-looking, as well, though he noticably softens- just for a moment- when he lays eyes on Devi.