Tracey didn't take her eyes off of the contents of the cabinet in front of her. It was full of little bobs and bits, most of them made of the most beautiful obsidian. Several talismans, a cup, a few very likely 'tainted' broaches. She had always been intrigued by obsidian. It was so beautiful, so smooth - yet it fractured so easily. Just enough pressure in the wrong place would absolutely shatter the material. But it was sharp, it had edges that beat out any blade. She opened the cabinet carefully, running her finger over a particularly interesting pendant. A fox. The trickster. She ran her finger around its edges as too many thoughts crossed through her mind to mention.
"Better you haven't." She said, her mind clearly elsewhere. "What else do you need for it?" She asked, retracting her hand from the cabinet as she meandered back closer to the other girl, watching her check the dagger in front of her for curses. "For blood?" She wondered out loud as the other girl toyed with the sharp item in front of her. Tracey had no fear of blood or getting her hands dirty, her only concern in this venture at hand was to make sure Lia was safe so she could make sure that Laes was safe.
"Everyone knows how it happened last time." She said, someone brusquely. "Plenty of people said things were done to them that weren't, to get away from benefitting." She had to just get it out, if she didn't just bring up the conversation she might shy away from it - that residual guilt that lingered in the back of her mind, ever present, as she watched for her dearest friend's reaction. Tracey's parents had been no part of either side, and she was fully aware of her blood status and her Father's existence as she spoke the words, bringing up things that in many circles might be considered taboo. But she had to, Lia needed to hear this. Hopefully Lia would agree and then hopefully they could get the others to agree as well. Tracey was rarely self-conscious about an idea, but something about crossing this line, the attacks in December, and knowing that someone like her was never necessarily guaranteed safety (though she had always felt safe due to her closeness with Lia, part of her was consciously aware of the rest). She stopped herself from rambling, the thoughts in her head too much to give it all away immediately.
She stayed quiet, standing just a few inches behind the petite red head in front of her - waiting on her friend's reaction.