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Orla Quirke ([info]quirkybeater) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
"I'm not going to hurt them," she said, her tone placating. "And I won't let you or them be hurt." She had no idea who Pandora was talking about, or what she seemed to be seeing, but it was the only thing she could think of to say in response to that. She didn't dare move closer, especially if Pandora thought she or someone else were truly in danger. That would just cause everything to go to hell, Orla assumed. But Pandora was responsive, at least to an extent, so that had to be a good sign. She wasn't sure if she was hearing what she was saying, and she couldn't make eye contact with the other witch, but her responding had to be a good sign.

At the sign of magic sparking off her, Orla decided she'd made a good choice in staying put, even if Pandora seemed to panic more at hitting the wall. If she felt cornered.... Orla would deal with it then. For now, she kept a steady eye on her, gently asking, "Pandora, love, can you tell me where you are? Can you tell me what you see?" A medi-witch had asked her that before. She couldn't explain why, but, for her, it had helped. She didn't know if it'd help Pandora, but there wasn't much else she could do.

When Pandora said her name, Orla smiled, lowering her hands slowly. "No, love. We're at an art gallery in Camden. I won't let them take you anywhere you don't want to go."

Her hands went back up when Pandora slid down, partially from surprise. She gave the witch another warm smile, internally shoving aside her own issues she had. She took a slow, deep breath, then slowly, quietly let it out, steeling herself. "Would you be alright with me coming to sit by you? I won't touch you. I can sit in front of you, if you want, so you can see me best." And so she could block Pandora, keep her away from any other patrons, keep them away from her, and keep them from seeing too much of what she would assume Pandora might not want seen under normal circumstances.


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