- Fri Jan 12, 2018 5:41 am
Dark eyes watched as the woman drifted to sleep. For Citlali, at least, she could also see the symbol burning into Cora’ s spirit. Po tightened the gate, closing the crackers against the malevolent spirit that dwelled there. At least for now. It would give her time to recover physically before facing her next challenge. That would be enough for now. She lifted her eyes to the men, ”I do not know what is happening here with you people but I do not like it.” She let the statement settle in quietly before she stood slowly, looking at Matt intently.
”Your spirits concern me. Particularly the fragmented parts that both of you have. The injuries that are going unhealed and the adaptations you have gone through just to be functional. It is not healthy. You are not healthy and neither is she. I will not force you to accept help but this is what I do. I deal with spirits of all kinds. This is what I have dealt with for twenty years,” she implored him. Because without help the Nagual would hate to see what monstrosities their spirits became. Cora would probably devour herself, leaving nothing more than an empty shell while Matt would suffer a constant war between his natures until he had to lash out at everything and anything around him. Either way, they would both be dead in a different sense of the word.
Taking a breath, she wandered to the desk and took to writing something before ripping the parchment into two strips. ”My phone number. Call me should you require. Though I hope you do take my suggestion and allow me to aid you further,” she said, handing a strip to Matt and Orion respectively.
Collecting Henrí for his position, Citlali smiled at Orion briefly. ”Thank you for healing me, turi. Please feel free to call if you also have any questions,” she said, ”Good night to all of you.” Citlali inclined her head politely before heading back out into the night.