Owner	Pose
Rahne Sinclair	Rahne is up. She's in her room, looking at a book. She's not -reading- the book, just kind of staring at it blankly. Game of Thrones, sure, but she isn't focusing on things. One might suppose that she's got things on her mind. Or she's...reading? Totally not reading. There are a few bits of clothing laying on the bed. Mostly shorts.
Clarice Ferguson	There's a quiet knock at the door to Rahne's room. Hank had been vague and very unhelpful when it came to sorting out what was actually 'wrong' with Rahne - stupid medical confidentiality - other than assurinng Clarice repeatedly that Rahne was 'alright.' So it's a puzzled and concerned Clarice that waits outside Rahne's door, shifting uncertainly from one foot to another.
Rahne Sinclair	The door peeks open, and the proper height of female looks out. Rahne gives a smile, then says, "Took longer nor I expected." She winks then opens the door properly. Then she leans up, kisses Clarice's cheek, and turns to go back inside. She puts the book down on the table, carefully and with obvious concern for its safety. Then she glances at Clarice over her shoulder. "Ah be alright, Clary." It sounds almost apologetic.
Clarice Ferguson	"That's what Hank said. That's all he'd tell me," Clarice complains as she comes in, smiling briefly at the kiss. She follows Rahne as she sets down the book - then wraps her arms around the other woman, giving her a kiss of her own - short, and gentle - before she lets go.     "What happened? The text I got said something about 'changing' but that's it."
Rahne Sinclair	Rahne pulls them both down to sit on the bed, letting a hand rest on Clarice's hip. She bumps her head against Clarice's cheek gently, then stops to pull a pair of shorts out from underneath her own butt. "M' mutation's gone wierd," she says, tossing the shorts onto her pillow. She turns back, her eyes having the faintest glitter of gold in them amidst the green. "He dinnee actually know much yet." She looks at Clarice, her eyes concerned. "Es probably okay? Ah mean, not like ah'm gonnae start ...ah dinnae know, splittin intae two o' me or some'at."
Clarice Ferguson	"...oh," Clarice answers. She wraps one arm around Rahne's waist - nice, and secure, and she hopes reassuring as she takes in that bit of news. "But you've got Hank keeping an eye on you, yeah?" She asks rhetorically. "And he's just about the best there is, yeah? So it's going to be okay. Hank'll take care of you, and we'll figure things out, whatever may come. Yeah?"
Rahne Sinclair	She nods, tilting her head just the littlest bit. Rahne reaches up and touches Clarice on the nose, then grins. She waits, as both of her hands rest either on Clarice's lap, or around her waist. Until Clarice notices. It wasn't her hand she beeped nose with. She was using her left foot. "Been a few changes ah've noticed," she admits.
Clarice Ferguson	"So... more dexterous and flexible?" Clarice asks. "That's good. Yeah? Like Talia and Kurt, maybe? They could teach you all about that. And I mean - I've learned a lot of tumbling and acrobatics and gymnastics, it was- it was part of training," she explains. "So we could work on that together, too. Anything else?" She gives that arm around Rahne's waist a squeeze, giving the girl a reassuring smile.     They're mutants, after all. Things are //supposed// to be weird.
Rahne Sinclair	The shake of her head is almost a letdown. "Dr Henry told me tae take et easy for today," she admits. "Ah be feelin' a lil' exhausted, so...fair," she adds. But she lets her feet hang off the bed, kicking it softly with her heels. "Ah always kinda skipped on acrobatics. Felt like ah was bein untrue tae m' beliefs. Es easier as a wolf girl anyway. But...ah mean, dunno for sure." She glances at the book, then shrugs. "Arya was pretty cool wi' a sword. An...ah...don' want tae hurt again." She's remembering how it felt, to be beaten.
Clarice Ferguson	"I don't want you hurt again," Clarice agrees immediately, and passionately, that arm around her waist tightening for a bit before she forces it to relax. "How is learning acrobatics being unture, though? I- I don't get that," she admits. "I mean, if it can help you get out of the way of an attack, or get to the ground safely, or scale an obstacle... The acrobatics stuff is mostly just defensive, not offensive. That's good, yeah?" she asks hopefully.     "And rest is good. I mean - I can stay, for as long as you like. And we can just talk. Figure things out a little. Or, umm, read together. Lydia bought me something called a 'comic book.' It has a lot of pictures which- I mean, there's not very many words on the page, so it's a little reassuring, if I'm being honest. It's called 'Lumberjanes' - I haven't really started reading it yet."
Rahne Sinclair	Rahne listens quietly, her face going from thoughtful to distracted to eventually fall into amused. So much to address, she chooses to tickle Clarice gently on the ribs. Not hard, just a little bit of that. "Y'know, ah hae a library card." That may not make sense yet, but she'll show Clarice the public library later. But then she sighs, and nods. "My logic es sometimes a bit twisted, ah guess, Clary." Duh. She shifts, a little uncomfortably, and looks away. "Guess ah didnae want ta learn anythin' tha' smacked o' bein able tae fight. Wanted tae stick t' my guns, learn t' stop the baddies wi' words alone. Which was ..." Stupid? One of the worst ideas she's ever had? Maybe.
Clarice Ferguson	"He-hey! You and Cynthia are both the worst!" Clarice protests as Rahne begins to tickle her, and she tries to squirm away from the touch, while giggling quietly. She begins to relax back against Rahne's form once she stops.     "I didn't even think about libraries..." she admits. She's at least heard of the notion, before.     As for the reason Rahne didn't learn acrobatics - she lets out a quiet sigh. "I don't want you to fight if you don't want to. I mean... that's fine. But I do want you to be safe. I want you to know how to protect yourself. And if you're willing to learn that now - then I'll help teach you, if you like," she offers. "Or we can find someone else. Whatever you want..."
Rahne Sinclair	She doesn't answer. She just leans against Clarice for a time, letting the idea sink in. I'm going to have to fight. I'm going to learn to fight. People will help me learn ..to fight. I have to beat up someone before they can beat up me. I'm...right, to learn this. "I'm gonnae learn tae fight," she says out loud, trying it on her tongue. She clings for a moment, not tickling. Just finding her world changing, and the stability that she's stood upon for a long time...gone.
Clarice Ferguson	"Good," Clarice answers quietly. "And just because you know how to do something - doesn't mean you have to use it. Yeah?" she encourages. "It just gives you more choices. More control. We can start with self-defense stuff - how to evade, and redirect. How to get away safely. I mean - I'm the wrong person to talk to about how to get away safely - I just blink out, yeah? But we'll find someone to teach you."
Rahne Sinclair	It isn't a win. If anything it's a step back for an innocent person who wanted the world to change for the better. A loss of a belief, that the world could hold a deeper level of good. But Rahne thinks, held in the arms of someone who's desperate to help her, maybe it's not so bad. I lose one step back, but I live long enough to try again. So maybe, there be room for both. She hasn't lost it all yet. As her support shifts, to include...family.