#rivervale_lodge

Tall, but not a troll.

"Course I can." She starts to get back under the hood, but then double-takes at the figure. "Hey, th'fuck's that?"

"It's me." Bancroft steps forward. Of course, Tweak's never seen the scathach before...Frank has. "I want to see her." He says. His eyes have an intense look

Tweak sneers at the sidhe, but shuts up and glances at Frank, wary.

Frank turns with his naked blade in his hands.

But, he does not strike.

"No. Not now."

The young man has no weapon drawn, but he doesn't flinch "Is that the car that was used to... " He eyes the vehicle with raw unremitting hatred

"It is evidence." A low rumble.

Tweak gives the sidhe another suspicious glare, and then gets busy under the hood. If this guy's going to destroy anything, she needs to get the turbo-charger before he can.

A hard nod, "Where is Siv, Mountain? I know she's in a coma, but where?"

Frank does not answer.

Tweak takes the turbo charger with a bit of spit, elbow grease, and insults to it.

"I want to be on guard where she's at. Make sure she's...i f I can't see her yet, at least let me guard the door"

"No. It is not possible. Do not ask again."

Tweak cradles the device in her arms and makes sure that Frank is between her and the sidhe. She watches the interaction tensely.

"I have a right"

Frank does not comment on this.

"I love her, and you are keeping me from her." A demand, an accusation? A plea?

"I'm going to tow it to the Lodge later." He says to the nocker. "Will you come now?"

"Don't gotta fuckin' tell me twice..." Tweak mutters as she moves back to the Lodge, giving the sidhe a wide berth.

Frank will help her if she needs/allows.

She can manage. She's already examining the device as she walks, turning it in her hands.

The sidhe's jaw sets

Frank keeps her from walking into trees.

And Bancroft goes into the Lodge

Apparently with full intent to just search the place.

Frank does not invite him in. Kerri......

She's muttering to herself as she examines the item. "...swivel flange...pixie-nozzle...but where th'fuck's th' sprokkter?...."

Well, invited or not, he's helped himself in.. who greets him on the inside (?) aside.

Kerri is setting out a platter of food, and she stops to look at the new arrivals. A frown. "Thane Bancroft. And...?" At Tweak, a questioning glance to Frank.

"Hearth Kerri, I would like to see where Siv is being Kept. I want to look at her. I need..." A pained look, "I need to talk to her even if she can't hear me. I need to be with her. "

Dagmar follows out with the second tray and shoots a scowl at Bancroft.

The young man looks like he has not slept well

A pause, then she steps forward. "Thane Bancroft...I am going to have to ask you to trust us. Trust her parents, and trust her Lodge leaders. There are reasons that she must not be seen right now while she recovers. Please. I can't explain further...but I also can't let you see her." She's not unsympathetic, but she's also not giving in.

"What can I do. I need to do..something for her." He does not, however, take another step towards the bedrooms.

A slow nod. "Yes, I understand. Wait here...I need to check her regimen...." And she goes inside the kitchen again, with a glance to the others, but she figures Frank's supervising the nocker.

Dag sets things out from the trays to the table. "Could write to her. You're a sidhe, and she grew up on a boat."

"She could read them when she wakes up."

Frank gets Tweak to the table. "You want tools?"

A look at Dagmar and then focus, "Yes. I..." A deep breath, "Thank you, Dame Dagmar. It's something she might like. I will do that too."

Tweak distractedly sits at a table, and she makes a dismissive noise. "Pah! Like you any real tools." She pokes and prods at the device again."

"Rig does. Tell me what you need."

Tweak knows this thing is patentedd by the Bes Din, but there are ideas she could borrow here for intense power increases for a brief time

"Better than just spinning your wheels with worry." A grunt-shrug.

A skeptical glance from Tweak at Frank. "Nah, lemme jus'...." she fishes a kind of multitool from one of her pockets and puts her goggles over her eyes before she starts prodding at it again.

He looks them over, then "These...are extraordinary rare" The gardener says and gives the Hearth a questioning look. "Hearth Kerri, would this be what she really needs or...forgive, is this busy work? For me?"

Frank moves to the door and busies himself, not leaving yet.

Kerri clenches her jaw....then sighs. "Fine, yes. Bancroft, I'm sorry, but I cannot have you disturb her, even just to look in on her. These may not be what she needs, but they would be a fine gesture of your consideration for her, and would make the time of her recovery pass more quickly for you. I'm sorry...it was a clumsy deception, and I hope you'll forgive me, but we're a bit stressed right now, and your needs are not my primary concern...hers are." Stubborn defiance.