Round 45

Clarice stands near the couch, her expression showing uncertainty and curiosity in equal measure. She glances between you—specifically, between Aiden and Jeane—and then to the door leading further into her home. "Listen," she says, her voice low, "I don't know what kind of... arrangement this is." She gestures vaguely at both of you. "But if we're going to do whatever it is we're...

Silra's teal eyes narrow as she processes the situation. Recalibrate? Jeane, this isn't about shelter anymore—it's about exploiting someone already vulnerable. She crosses her arms, her expression stern. I'm not comfortable with this. And what happens if the authorities burst in while we're… mid-activity? We'll all go down for more than just tax evasion.

Jeane steps forward, her tall frame imposing even in the cramped living room. Her wings shift restlessly behind her back as she speaks. Silra, I understand your concerns, but we need Clarice's help to complete our quest. The authorities are a risk either way—better to be inside with allies than outside alone.

Silra shakes her head, her silver-blonde hair catching the light. That's not the point. We're supposed to be building something here—a community of women who can support each other. Not preying on someone just because it's convenient.