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Eternal Winter witihin Nome (Firesblood) M

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CLeb released a purr like sound as the top of thier head was petted, enjoying the company clearly. Though that happy sound disappeared quickly as thier stomach twisted on them, feeling sick all of a sudden. A coughing hack left them as they spit up a couple of corks and some bits of glass. No blood thankfully and the youngin adjusted thier position.

Burying their face against Benjamin’s chest and stomach, they pressed him to him before curling up again. Caleb was okay though like anything he was seeking comfort.
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Woodsly eventually awoke as well, the dull pain already starting to register as he heaved himself up to a sitting position. For a moment, he forgot about the entire thing. Till he  spotted that translucent person by the window. His body tensed up as everything came back. There was no way...no way he was seeing this.

The bones in his hand shifted and the muscle of his arm grew. A blink and the figure was gone, leaving Woodsly to take in several confused breathes before he winced. Looking down to his hand, he could see the differences in it. It took a great deal of concentration to make that arm go back to normal. Everything was fine..it was just all in his head. It didn't mean anything.
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Benjamin grimaced as he watched Caleb cough up glass and cork, though a critical study of the pieces told him that there seemed to be no internal injuries from all of the whole bottles that he had consumed in his other form.  Sighing as Caleb curled up closer, the older man gathered the small creature in his arms and, holding him close, wrapped the blankets he had borrowed from Astrid around him and wandered back to the cabin. 

He was surprised to find that the destruction inside the cabin had already been cleaned up, and Astrid was awake and working.  Frowning, he closed the door behind him with his foot, keeping Caleb wrapped up and close.  “I would have helped…”

“I couldn’t sleep,” Astrid murmured, not looking up from the book she was currently studying.  He watched as she added things from a few of the jars she set out to the mortar and pestle she favored and began to crush it together, tipping the pulverized mixture to one of the glass flasks attached to her alembic.  “I assume the creature was, in fact, Caleb?”

“Yes,” Benjamin said, settling himself and Caleb by the fire.  He picked up stroking Caleb’s head again, trying to soothe him. “Pretty much as soon as the sun rose, he was back to himself—well…this self.”

Astrid nodded wordlessly and added water to the flask, adjusting the burner a touch at the bottom so that it would heat slowly and evenly.  Gathering the things she was done with, she replaced them on the shelves.  With that done, she headed to the bedroom, pausing briefly to give Caleb a gentle pat in passing—it wasn’t his fault that her sister had cursed him the way she had.

Astrid saw that Woodsly was awake when she stepped into the bedroom and move to sit next to him on the edge of the bed, brows drawn together slightly in concern.  He seemed troubled by something, but she couldn’t be certain if his wounds were paining him or if he was bothered by something else.  Giving him a kiss in greeting, she offered a small smile and checked the wounds on his back.  Mostly healed, but a transformation would likely aggravate them.  She uttered a quiet word and healed them a great deal more, relying on the weaker healing as he’d asked her to do the night before.

“Are you alright, love?  Is there something bothering you?” Astrid asked when that was done, glancing towards the window when she noted Woodsly looking in that direction.   


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A small sound of protest left  slender as they were carried, their upset stomach didn’t desire to be moved around yet. Still they didn’t try to break free or anything, though getting the fireplace was sort of soothing. Caleb’s eyes opened briefly before they closed once more. The soothing touch of of Benjamin lulled then back to sleep.

The kiss helped to snap him out of it, causing some tension to leave him.

“Just...thought I saw something. It’s nothing,” Woodsly answered. “How are the others? Was it actually the kid?”

He didn’t want to bother with it right now. It was just a figment of his imagination, things had been chaotic lately.


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She studied him, uncertain of whether it was really nothing as he said.  Woodsly had looked as though he’d seen a ghost, and after what had happened the night before—with him yelling at something that she couldn’t see—she thought that something else was going on.  The quick change of subject from himself to Caleb only made her feel more strongly about it, but Astrid chose not to pry, especially given that the question was only natural given the events of the night before.  She only hoped that he would eventually feel comfortable enough to speak about what was happening to him.

“They are fine.  Both of them are by the fire now, and yes, it was Caleb.  Benjamin saw him change back once the sun rose.  I’m already working on something that will hopefully keep it from happening again, at least until I am able to learn more about what we’re dealing with and how to reverse it.” 


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“Good, I had a feeling it was the kid, given how Benjamin wasn’t fighting it.” Woodsly replied breathlessly.  “That’s good news to hear, kid probably will feel better not turning into something else.”

Woodsly directed his gaze toward the sheets, not sure on what to do now. He didn’t want to talk about it.

“Why not? She’s your wife, she’s accepted you this far even though your murdering ou...” Wilson's voice started in his head, causing him to tense up.

Claws dig into the sheets as red and white hairs started to sprout from his arm, it was fine. He was fine.