#kc_necropolis

"Sorry. No." She shakes her head.

"Ok. Would you please go put something together? 3 days, minimum."

"I have work..."

"You'll have to call in, Sparrow. You need to come with me."

"But... I'm doing okay. Better. First couple days, I couldn't even get out of bed..." Even so, she's pulling clothing from the drawers one-handed.

Frank waits, patience on every line of his face, as she packs. "We'll talk about that kind of contingency planning later. I'd forgotten we might want to go over some basics, and for that lapse I apologize." Kindly.

She removes the spray paint from the backpack and replaces them with clothing at haste.

"Can I bring the food? The satyrs... it's all perishable..."

"Of course. Would you like me to pack it?" Politely.

"Could you please? There's grocery bags under the sink..."

Frank stands free of the wall, and packs groceries.

She finds her sling and wrangles into it - a look of relief there - and goes back to packing. "I should get dressed..." Leggings and a blouse, and she disappears behind the bathroom curtain.

Packed, Frank waits by the door.

And the sidhe follows, locking up behind.