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"Marosa?" The djinn's voice was soft as she called into the room she'd let herself into. His room, though she'd been spending so much time there lately that it felt more like theirs, than simply his. Just as her's was not simply her's anymore.

They were a team, two halves of a whole. She believed that down to her toes, felt it in her heart, and that was why she was there now, seeking the boil out, so she could fill him in on the utterly reckless plan that had been hatched and her willing involvement in it. Worry was the last thing she ever wanted to cause him, but he had a right to know. She would have wanted to know, had their places been reversed. But it wasn't an easy thing to confess. The plan was a foolhardy one, and very dangerous, but even knowing that, even knowing what could happen, she had her mind made up to go.

It wasn't about her own safety anymore. It was about what was right. It was about vengeance. And it was about supporting a friend that had always been there to support her.

"Are you here, love? I need to talk to you?"

Now that just wasn't fair.

Marosa wandered out to her in nothing but a couple of towels, and Yaya froze, an expression etched on pretty features as if someone had taken a hammer to the point between her eyes. She watched the little beads of water as they slid over his skin, painting wet little lines in soft patterns and it was ridiculously difficult to just stay put and not throw herself at him to like the water off his throat.

No, this was definitely not fair.

She swallowed, fingers knotted together, but that smile was disarming, that chuckle like sweet music. The idea of simply not touching him seemed to ridiculously absurd, she found herself moving forward. "We'd have gotten nothing done for the remainder of the day." Her Fey, and her element? There'd have been no hot water left in the demon dorms by the time they'd come out again.

It was genuinely hard to concentrate with him standing there looking so utterly scrumptious, water beaded on pale skin. She stared at him as he talked, taking in what he was saying, but not really registering anything for a soiled few seconds. When the towel dropped she blinked, stopping in her tracks, and made a small, frustrated sound before shaking her head and pressing the coolness of her palms against closed eyes. Distractions, however tempting, needed to wait. This was important.

A little piece of her tried to reason that after she told him what she'd come there to say the likely hood of crawling into bed with him was significantly lower, but she squashed it down as both unhelpful, and highly unlikely.

Smoothing her hands back through dark hair, she followed the fey into the bedroom, lingering in the doorway as he dressed, with a death grip on the frame. How to begin. Where even to start on such abrupt and unpleasant things? Easing in, slowly, carefully? Or simply dropping the worst of it quickly, like tearing a bandage off raw skin. Over and done. It was clear, should he look her way, that she simply wasn't sure, at that conflict showed on delicate features as glowing eyes searched the floor as if there would be some queue there on what she should do.

"There was a meeting the other day," she finally offered up, not yet looking at him. "Seiji planned it, looking for any students that harbored intensely negative feels towards the Hunters." She herself hadn't been sure she'd wanted to attend, but in the end had agreed. "He want's to get on the island, try to find out how they're traveling, cause some damage to try to trip them up." Time had not made the plan seem less foolhardy, but she'd made up her mind. There were people she cared about going, she believed in the idea, and she wanted to help. She could heal, she could protect, they needed her.

Yaya flinched as his voice lost that teasing quality, and finally lifted her head, meeting that golden gaze. "I was considering it." Admitting it felt unbelievably foolish. The plan was dangerous, she knew it was, but she was still planning on going, despite the risks. That was what had her acting oddly. The knowledge that she was willingly putting herself in danger, even if it was to help protect anyone else that might be going.

Looking at him, seeing that so serious expression on his handsome face, hit her like a knife to the heart. Her hand tightened on the door frame, lips parting as she pulled in a breath to defend her intentions, but nothing came out. She was asking him to let her walk into danger, how could she ever ask something like that of him.

Unconsciously her free hand came up to touch to new scar at her side, the tips of her fingers fallowing along the slick skin. In the heat of things it was easy to get wrapped up in the mindset that nothing could touch her. The influence of the dark seed that Moon had placed within her, the fragment she was still not even aware of. Here, away from any danger, away from even the thought of combat, It all just seemed so wrong.

"This is all happening because I got hurt, they're going to risk themselves, I should protect them, shouldn't I?" She didn't sounds very sure of herself now.

The ghoul stood still as he walked towards her unsure if he was angry, unsure if she should be shrinking back or throwing herself into his arms. So she waited, tense, until he was pulling her into his arms and closing the door behind her. It made her chest hurt, and she wrapped her arms around him, burying her face into his neck and breathing him in as she fought not to whimper.

Fingers on her side had her lifting her head and glancing down, watching as he traced the paler skin that marred all that dark perfection. There were times she wore the scar proudly, and there were others times she was ashamed of it, wishing it would fade away. "They're awful," She assured him, leaning back in to rest her brow against his cheek. "They're dangerous, deadly beasts that want to eliminate us, and to do it they take out friends, our siblings, our own kind, and turn them into weapons to use against us." The sword the hunter had wielded against her, it had been a creature of Fear once. That made it so much worse.

"I don't know what to do. The hunters need to be stopped, but what if everything goes wrong?" What if they didn't come back? What if they ended up as weapons, slaves to the hunters that wielded them. Yaya shuddered, pressing herself as close to the fey as she could possibly get.

Maybe Seiji could be talked out of it, or at least delay any course of action until they had a better plan of attack.

Was she sure? Coming into this talk she had thought she was, but the more she considered it, the more she doubted. "Just thinking about it." For the moment. Seiji had been angry, things in his personal life had been falling apart, and her getting hurt had been some kind of catalyst. Given time, maybe the ghost would cool off.

"I don't know how serious the plan is. It might blow over in the time it will take to properly plan." Was she hoping for that? Maybe she was.

The idea of striking back against the hunters was appealing, she could admit that, especially after what she'd encountered on the top of that tower.

And the dark seeds influence, subtle though it was, maybe vengeance a sweet lure. It influenced her, made her reckless, but not so much as to over ride her natural logic.

With a sigh she stroked a hand down his arm, drinking in the feel of his skin through her palm.

He kissed her, but she still felt miserable, even with soft hands and magic pressed to her cheeks. It didn't help that he was on his way out the door, leaving before she really knew how he felt about it. Or what she should do.

So she was frowning when he drew back from her, a soft, puzzled frown that lingered even as he kissed he brow and invited her to stay in his room while he was out, so she could see him again when he returned.

It was that smile that finally managed to draw a small one out of the ghoul, but it was a short lived thing. "Come back to me quickly."

She needed the reassurance of his presence, the feel of his arms around her, holding her tightly. It helped to ground her, especially in times of high stress, like now.