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"Take this" Wulf says and drops three things into Siv's hand. The bullets with Siv's blood on it. "There are those that could take advantage of such, maiden."

Siv, a bit feverish, smiles, "Well, heck with it. I nearly died. Life's too short, and heroes deserve appreciation." And she leans forward and lays a very heated (Well the fever helps) Kiss on Wulf's lips

"Ware she try to steal your soul" the Kabbalist says

The cultist (not that they know that) rolls her eyes "This is why your trad never gets laid" and she pokes the Hermetic.

A soft chuff of laughter.

Wulf returns it, then says "Go, Shieldheart, before my blood overcomes my sense. It was good to know you both, but it is well we do not meet again. Safer for your kind, which help us win just by existing. May the rainbow bridge to better world await us all"

Siv gets out of the car, looking feverish, weak, and pleased with herself.

The cultist watches and waves to Siv and then to Zara "Nice work, thanks. Shalom"

"My thanks, I know not those... Matrix men... but good luck in your fight against them."

"If fates bend in good ways to you, you'll not meet their kind again" The hermetic says. Then to the others "let's go. Our superiors will want to iknow how the loop has closed and the statue, the real one, should be safe."

"I hear that" The cultist wheels the car away...perhaps never to enter this land's stories again. Perhaps.

Siv walks and now that's it's just them, speaks again "My god, I can still taste the cake."

"Aye, aye... that is good. I think, mayhaps, we get Clem? Or Earl... "

"...perhaps not thy mother..."

"Oh mother..crap. She's gonna be piiiiiisssssssed" A groan "If I don't tell her, I'm in trouble. If I do tell her... I'm in trouble. Hold on, let me try something." Text

"Aye, Brekke Shacklebreaker is not one whose wrath I wish to court..."

Check yourself before ya Brekke yourself

"You've no idea," Siv says "But your wisdom will serve you well. It's.. not just her wrath though. Her anger is scary, her dissapointment is..." a groan "I'd rather get shot again"

"You should not have..." She frowns. "I am indebted."

"Should not have? I had armor, you didn't, it's not thick armor, but it's more than you. Twasn't a choice...should not have. How could I not without killing the best of me?"

"I was trying to see what the fuss was about, why such a fight over a statue... I was not wary enough.."

She texts again

"Well, maybe not, but I wasn't clever enough. Whole thing would have been a mystery to me without you"

"But I will get Clementine. She can mend you...." Zara fusses, still ignoring her own crimson shoulder.

"And that scratch I missed?" She gestures

"Oh, aye... but it's not that bad? I think it just grazed."

"Grazed or not, it might be as if it's been untended for a month... oh drat, here I was not thinking. LEt's get you to the..." Her phone buzzes and she looks "Oh, mom left her phone again. It's dad. Heck..let's try this." A deep breath

She texts

"I'm going to banned from the Lodge, I swear..."

"Stop that. They're parents ,not grizzly bears. I can reason with them" A thought "Sometimes"

"I don't think Frank likes me."

A buzz and she smiles "Okay. I got his go ahead. Mind you, he might be annoyed at omissions. They think omissions are as bad a sfalt out lie, but in this case... there's more to it"

"An omission is not a lie. Hmph. Falcons."

"See, THAT Might get you keelhauled in these parts, not threatening, juist fair warning" she says "Love me mum but I'll have to come clean later or she'll be all ...ah she deserves better than I gave in the past. But let's get you where you need." They start to head towards the foot bridge

"You need..."

"Liams and Gwydions have no appreciation for the complexity of truth..."

She looks down as her phone buzzes "he wants to bring me dross. ' SHe texts and keeps moving towards the footbridge "And whose the troll around here anyway? Why me da could take a hundred bullets and get no more than constipation for aday"

"They do not" She agrees

AND just as they're about to cross, they see Clem coming out of the foot bridge.

"I do not take any bullets well..."

"No kidding ,that 'graze ' still about carved to your bone, you've got skinny arms"

Clem approaches with ...fresh produce? on a sled

"I'm fine..." She insists, though her wounded arm is curled up against her torso, delicately cradled by the other.

"Uh huh.." Siv says "Sorry to d othis to you...well some what " a cough "Auntie Clem! Thank Dagda! Miss zara's been shot got her arm!"

Suddenly Clem is pulling that sled with surprising speed "What? What the hell in... zara, shot? "

"Siv...."

Siv keeps her back and it's wounds facing AWAY from her 'Auntie'

"Clem, I'm fine... Siv could use... we could both benefit from visiting the Farm. And.. ah... leaving Rivervale in peace, for the nonce..."

"How about I decide who needs what, let me see that arm, please."

Clem says in that no fuss tone healers get