[ooc: Finally recovered from orientation enough to post coherently! I am SO sorry, I had no idea it was going to be so draining *headdesk*]
Lavender looked up and nodded, chewing her lip and then grabbing her napkin and fiddling with it.
"I talked to Sam briefly, and Faith, Claire and Castiel as well," she said.
"I'm going to set limits, I won't let her near certain items right away. Actually I'm pretty sure all she'll be doing at first is handling the Firewhiskey," Lavender's voice trailed off and she sighed.
"I just...when I needed a second chance I had someone, I had Peter," she paused and looked down at the ruined napkin scattered all over her lap. "I know it's not the same thing, I know I can't compare werewolves and demons, but I just..."
Lavender paused again, going back to chewing her lip for a second. "I feel like I need to do this. I know what I'm supposed to become one day, I guess a part of me believes that if Ruby has changed, then I might not end up like a female Greyback."
A knot formed in her stomach then. "But if I'm wrong...then I have essentially just signed a death warrant for the city, haven't I?"