Re: Rylee and Lem
It was really only luck that the werewolf they’d found and ultimately killed hadn’t been Carson. Or fate. Lem was inclined to believe it was the latter, though that didn’t do much for the poor sod who was dissolving in the basement. Fate was a fickle mistress. But Carson had discovered what he was and sought help, and that guy hadn’t, as far as they knew, so Lem was just going to cling to that. She considered the question as she swirled the vodka around a bit in the glass. “I think so, yeah,” she said. “There’s gotta be, right? The one who bit Carson probably bit others ... or whoever bit that one, you know? It’s like a chain. I guess we’ll see if anybody out there is dead in the morning,” she added, echoing Rylee’s unspoken thought. “At least then he’ll know for sure it wasn’t him. I couldn’t stand the wondering, personally.”
Rylee frowned into her glass. She couldn't really bury her head in the sand, so to speak, but she didn't want to think about other werewolves out there roaming around. What if someone else did die? Or maybe if there was a werewolf out there, did they know what they were? What if someone hunted and killed them? At this point Rylee figured she ought to have accepted all of this by now, but it was still difficult to wrap her mind around it all. Werewolves and witches and Other things. "Carson's just really worried about hurting someone," she murmured. She couldn't mention his thoughts about Sadie Gaines. Rylee didn't want someone thinking he was responsible and trying to take justice into their own hands. "This is going to be the new normal for him, and I'm not sure how... I just don't know how he's going to handle it. I mean he has to, obviously, but... I don't know if this will get easier for him. He's already dealing with so much. It's like something out there doesn't want him to have a normal life."
Lem was nodding that yes, he should be worried and yes, it was going to be difficult. She huffed a short laugh when Rylee mentioned a ‘normal life,’ though. Was there even any such thing? “I dunno if those even exist,” she said. “Nobody under this roof has one, that’s for sure.” She chuckled and tossed back the rest of her drink, then gave herself a smaller refill. Lem wanted to edge taken off, but to stay alert. She would have guard duty eventually. “It sucks though, that’s a lot to pile on a person at once, with the dreams and all too. How’d he lose the leg? Was that like, recent?” She knew she was being nosy, but Lem didn’t care. She was curious.
Rylee huffed a soft laugh, because she supposed she could say she and Carson weren't exactly normal either, for reasons she obviously couldn't talk about. She blinked in surprise that Lem knew about the dreams, but with Nic there... it was possible he told Lem. Or Carson did? She had to remind herself that there was really only one secret she and Carson shared. There were other people in the know about the other things. She wasn't upset about it. It meant there was a better chance of having help. Rylee had always felt responsible for Carson but she was realizing there were some things she just couldn't do for him anymore. "Not recent, no. About five years ago he served in Afghanistan and lost it when the vehicle he was in hit an IED. He barely survived." Rylee reached for the bottle to pour just a tiny bit more in her own glass. "He fucked up his arm and had a brain injury too. It's just... you know, he has good days and bad days. Then this stuff with the dreams started, and then he got bit. I don't know how he's managing to hold it all together."