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[crushed_pearls]

Erin's voice mail message is in a weary voice: "Erin Peters. If you called in the middle of the night and I didn't answer, I'm dying. If I pick up and someone on your end isn't dying, they will be shortly. Text otherwise."

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[pointofhonoria]

The noise she makes at that is somewhere between a growl, a grunt, and something that's not so easily categorised. She sets her drink down a little too hard and... pushes it Erin's way. She isn't going to drink it. She never was.

"It already is," says the woman who's fate has been entangled with an entity no one can ever truly comprehend since she was eleven years old. Her choices are her own, but her fate hasn't been for a long time, has it.

She pushes up from her seat. "Keep up your end of the deal. Alright?"

[crushed_pearls]

"You contacted me, Daisy. I'll only breach the silence if I have serious reason to believe you'll be affected, or at your request. You have nothing to fear from me as long as the state of harmony our truce is founded on persists."

Erin combines the two glasses and sighs. "I think I'll stay here a bit. Stay safe."

[pointofhonoria]

"Good. You do that."

She doesn't know how to deal with the 'stay safe' sentiment so she doesn't say a word about it, just slips away from her chair and strides off to go find somewhere to process the conversation she just subjected herself to.

She's going to go mad if they don't do something soon.

Whatever that something may be.