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Angus is looking much better to Brekke's eyes but still not half the robust man he was. "Chieftain, I would ask you to forgive Ysnia. She was nnot my chancellior but rather a rightened mother who..." then Frank yells "Oh damn. Sorry about that. Wsant me to let him in?"

"Yes, Baron, please." She frowns, not having realized there was a ward.

And suddenly the door swings open "My apologies, Sir Franklyn. With most of our true thanes gone, soverieign is one of my few defenses"

Brekke looks to Frank and nods, assuring him that she is fine (she is still plenty burnt, though). Then she turns back to the Baron. "I hold no ill will against the chancellor at all, Admiral. She used the tools available to seek aid. It was ingenious."

Frank steps in, looking around the room. "I understand, Baron. Miss, if you would please....?" he asks the boggan that attended him to see to Brekke.

Frank seems whole, but his clothes have certainly seen better days.

"When you are recovered, we shall speak more about how the situation came to pass." Brekke does not look happy about what she has heard about the machine and its purpose.

She looks to Frank. "Our people?"

She comes in .. and blushes "Baron I.."

"I'm sure Sir Frank urged you in for a reason, Pearl." The Dougal says "See to it if you would"

The boggan walks up to the baroness "Begging your pardon, but your mister is mighty fussed that you were sussed and are not robust"

Brekke blinks at the boggan. "Pardon?"

And..a heather balm hits break .well, taps her.. it's not as effective this time

But makes the worst of hre burns just a bit better

Frank approaches Brekke with a cookie.

"Hm." She notes the slight improvement from the cantrip, then nods. "Thank you." And she accepts the cookie from Frank, but does not eat it in front of the baron. "Excuse us, Admiral. I will be in touch."

"Yes, Baroness.. we will make amends and more" He promises

Frank follows Brekke.

Brekke paces back out to the other room. She is Not Happy. She looks about to survey the people here. "Are all well?" she asks, frowning.

"Brekke." Frank murmurs, urging.

"Yes, yes." And she eats the cookie, wolfs it down as quickly as possible.

"Mmph."

And it helps.. a bit more

When done, before the cookie is even finished having its effect, she speaks more loudly to those assembled, "We return to Rivervale at once. All reconvene at the Lodge. Be sure to account for those who came with you." She looks at Zane and frowns. "Can you walk back to the Jeep?"

"Slowly yeah" Zane nods

She makes sure that she can spot Connor and Gerd, both of whom she remembers being there. Siv, of course, is easy to spot, and Brekke is relieved that she seems unharmed.

Ysnia has come out with her son in her hand "I want to thank you all for..." and her boy begins to glow and gleam

"I can carry you if you wish, Zane. Gerd, can you send us all back?"

Gerd says "Sure I.. oh boy"

Then he stops, turning and moving in front of others against the glowing boy.

Brekke stares at the boy. Is this a dream dance? She did not see him well when he arrived....

And yes yes it is...

"Glamour wave" Zane says!

Andn the mother, surprised quickly adapts trying to redirect the glamour "Happy thoughts honey!"

"Brace yourselves," Brekke advises the others. She doesn't take Speaker in hand yet...no need to make him fearful.

.... that and the fact that a pair of lightly singed blue giants might do the trick anyway......

Well, true.

The boy says "Happy thoughts, happy thoughts!" Closing his eyes

and the smell of pancakes fills the area. outside the windows they can see a rain of pancakes, Syrup and butter

Inside the hold... puppies of every color and breed start popping into existence

Brekke blinks, and then doesn't dare move for fear of trodding on a pup.

"Pretty good happy thoughts." Frank rumbles.

Brekke nods. "The boy is doing well."

And then... hooves ..dark fur... and a joyful bleat!

"Oh this is mortifying" The Eiluned Sidhe blushes

An eyebrow at the sidhe from a rather weary troll baroness.

But she picks up the boy and holds him tight!

Brekke nods at that. And she does soak in what she can of the new, fresh glamour radiating from the chrysalid.

Indeed, puppies begin licking everyonne... and each lick heals a wound!

Frank looks boyish himself for just a moment, as if he'd like to get down and roll around with them.... but he does not. He does take kisses, though.