#anywhere

The unleashing fades - Dee feels wobbly. Not drained, no, the glamour runs rich in her veins after tapping straight into the dreaming, even if just for a moment. It's a little hard to focus for a moment - colors that don't exist swirl through her vision, and hints of lives long since forgotten tantalize at the edge of her mind. Slowly, it fades, and as Dee refocuses, she sees Bluebell speaking to the doctor.

"So very sorry. Ran into you, and cracked our heads together." The pooka rubs her head, then reassures, "No, I'm fine, just peachy. Sorry about your papers."

Bluebell looks much recovered due to the wash of glamour, but still, she flicks a glance towards the exit when Dee meets her gaze.

"Thank you, Doctor" Her first job is the escheat. SHe takes her friend's arm "We have to go I fear. Pardon us" they turn around a corner, then get the heck to an exit once out of the doctor's view

Right of rescue includes your pooka friend

"I searched high and low, above and below. Where the babe has gone, we may not know. She is not in the hospital, though." Bluebell says in a sing-song tone, though her expression is somber. "In the saddest of rooms, where the babies do not cry, she is not there either, by and by." Not quite meeting Dee's gaze.

"I'm sorry honey I don't know if you're telling me She IS in there, or isn't or what.."

Lavender was worried this would happen. With pooka you need a translator.

"Hey, " An idea "You remember Joe right? I bet you have a friend like that... Jane? Tell me, what did JANE See when she went with you? You know Jane, bit chunky in the thighs with hair the opposite shade of yours?"

Maybe the truth will be easier with a fictional person to be the lie?

"Dr. M spoke true, for a moment or three. A tall, dark Jareth robbed the Smith family tree."

A blank look for a moment, then she closes her eyes

"I am sorry, I lack a kind lad's horse-sense."

Apologetic.

"Though I had a system for us, clearly didn't work. If it did, I suppose every pooka would." Focusing on what she did know "Someone stole the baby. Someonee who looks like the mother? Wait, Janice was a selkie. Does she have a brother?"

A blank look, and a nose twitch. "I haven't the swirls on my cheeks to know the answer."

"When annoyed, I may yet bristle, but I suspect you should ask.... someone else?"

"THistle, assuming she knows. She held her step mom back for a time. But first things first. YOU. we get you to the hold and get you by the fire. You're about worn out. I'm sorry I didn't..." She shrugs "Sorry, my dreams of knighthood involve me being on a gallant steed and rescuing fair maidens. Not getting snubbed or treated like I'm hystical when I use logic 101 on folks who won't even look at a fucking picture or consider the alternative. Whoever did this, the asshole is good at Chicanery. But Chicanery doesn't last forever... and I think that means they'll remember. By then it will be too late. The baby will be long gone. In the time it took me to fail to make a difference, that person whoever it is could be out of town, then out of state in an hour, then..wherever"

She gives Dee a pat on the arm. "A moment to consider, has done no harm. They have been here a week or so. A few moments would matter not. The importance is, the information you're wrought. I could not have done so, Gallant Knight. I was but a steed."

"you were a set of eyes and ears where I couldn't be" A shake of her head "i just don't know how to tell thistle that we just lost a baby. Marigold was right something was wrong... but unfortuately by the time she figured that out, and we arrived it was too late" A breath "maybe it would be better not to tell thistle at all. Your step mom lost a baby to death mgiht be better than 'oh SOMEWhere out there is a sibling'"

Then, a worried look. "Shall we send to the Runes of the Earth, and confirm that their wee dove is not aflutter?" A hint of a haunted look at the mention of the last master of Chicanery that Silverwolf knew.

"Calanthe doesn't fit the description or the motivation"

A relieved look. "Common sense says aye, however, I am but a wee silly bunny who flinches at shadows."

"You're an amazing woman, Bluebell. The fact you have sense to be scared just means you're wise and braver still when you do the right thing" She says "I'm just trying to think an tha'ts NOT my strong point. Technially it's done. The kid is not a kithain, and this no longer falls under Escheat obligation. Horrible things happen to good folks all the time and it's hard enough just looking after our own" She may have been a bit banalized herself, or maybe this is a defense mechanism in the face of helplessness

"Kith or not, the child is kin. And may yet someday be Kith, again? If only we could see the future."

She links arms with Dee, leaning on the woman a little. Maybe for support, or maybe lending support, or a bit of both.

"If there is a quest to save the babe, remember, there are yet dangers untold, and hardships unnumbered, ere we fight our way to the castle beyond the Goblin city."

"Wait, say that part again... not the goblin city, the first thing you said?"

A blink. "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times?"

"No no, the part about the kid being Kin, and then could be kith agian... Selke aren't like the rest of us. a kinain actually could become a kithain.."A look at her "They just need a selkie coat or what not. Janice gave hers up, but ... the kiddo could get one one day. But... why would someone steal the babe just because they MIGHT be a selkie one day and most likely only if they got very lucky?"

An expressive shrug, hands in the air.

"RIght right if we knew that.. damn the woman we NEED to talk to is trapped inside that hospital ... "

thinking of Janice

"Oh, let us not speak of skinning. It brings to mind that dreadful tanning shed."

"Oh sorry"

"Home again, home again, jiggidy jig?" She asks, as they reach the car.

"Yeah," She nods "You drive. I need to make some calls"