>>5213600>>5213605>>5213606>>5213607>>5213637>Ask if she’s holding up well.>Ask of what other obstacles you might encounter in the block ahead.>Bring up the contents of the map and diary pages. It mentioned an Auntie Ava.You stow away the passing thought of mocking fun of the subhuman for catching a blade in the stomach. “..You holding up?” You ask with the bedside manner of a coat on a chair.
“I’m fine, as I’ve said before.” She reiterates, taking a sip from the mug. “Morne’s blade is meant more to inflict pain than it is to kill. That isn’t to say it doesn’t do a very good job at killing, though.”
“Then, you suppose we have to face any more like him in the block ahead?” You lean in. “Any more half-brothers or half-sisters you’ve irrevocably offended?”
“No. Well.. I think.” Ava’s face scrunches. “The rest of the block.. might be monster hunters, monsters.. that sort. All the same as before. No more like him, I hope.“
Your exchanges alone with her are still stiff and short. You suppose that she’s not all ken to warm up to you–but you aren’t all too ready, either.
“Ah, and..” You take another sip from your own. “I went through the halfwolf’s belongings. Found some curiosities. There was a map of the continent, with all manner of markings and pathways charted out all across it. And.. some torn out diary pages. They mentioned Auntie Ava. You know about that?”
The dhampir stiffens at the mention of the diary pages, and her eyeline slips from yours and down into her mug. “..Yes. I suppose those would belong to Morne’s daughter. I guess he brought some along with him while on his travels. Couldn’t read them, but he could smell them.”
“His travels?” You echo.
“Oh, I..” The words seem to slip from her mouth with the drink. You doubt she'd tell you otherwise. “..His daughter is a sweet girl–a full human, unlike me or him. Luna. She caught ill around two years ago. Some kind of magical disease that gnaws at her core. He’s been traveling all across the country in search of a cure for it since.”
>Then, presumably, Morne came to Ava for help.>Bring up that horrid monster-flirting journal.>Write-In. 