Nightshift 34: M81-M90 Hallway

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The moment the doors unlocked, Peter was rushing out of his, suited up and flashlight in hand. He knew that it would do no good to panic, but he couldn't help it. The longer he had been forced to wait in that room on his own, the more he had thought about what they might be doing to Logan.

He needed to get the word out to someone, and Statesman

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[hamenleai]

Shana followed him over to the bed, sinking down on the edge with a relieved smile. "Sounds like a good plan to me. I won't if you won't," she replied lightly. "I'm just relieved Shadow could snap out of whatever it was, or that it wore off. I don't know how we could have continued without him."

[hamenleai]

"Shadow has a way of doing that," Shana replied ruefully, but there was affection evident in her voice as she spoke of the other halfblood.

She, too, fell into her own thoughts as a comfortable silence fell between them, although her thoughts had drifted from Shadow to Valyn. She hoped he would be alright. She hoped Shadow and he would work things out tonight. She wondered if he'd hold a grudge against her for them having missed Shadow's absence until it was too late? She hoped things wouldn't go back to being all awkward and stilted again, but at the same time, she was already preparing herself for it.

At Keman's quiet question, Shana blinked, coming back to herself as she glanced over at her brother. Leaning back against him as she curled up on the side of the bed, she cast him a small reassuring smile. "Of course you can, Keman. What is it?"

[hamenleai]

Shana cocked her head to the side, looking puzzled. She curled her legs beneath her, leaning back against him, and reached out to twine one arm about his waist, settling comfortably as her bright green eyes searched his face.

"I'm not sure I understand. What do you mean?" she asked, unsure where that came from.

[hamenleai]

At the tone of her brother's voice, Shana wrapped her arms about him and tugged him close, holding him as she rested her cheek against the top of his head. "Ah, Keman. I'm sorry you're stuck like this. I hadn't realized how much being stuck in two-legger form changed things for you," she murmured, her arms tightening about him in a warm hug.

"You're still Keman. Even if you look a little different on the outside. You just have a new shape to get used to for a little while," she amended. "And when we get out of here, you can shift back, and you'll be all yourself again."

She picked her head back to up study his face once more, her fingers rubbing absent circles against his back. "Is there anything I can help with? I've been stuck as a two-legger for a lot longer. Even back when we thought I was a dragon stuck this way. Remember?" she teased him with quiet affection, a hint of a laugh in her eyes. Oh, how she'd so badly wanted that to be true at one time.

[hamenleai]

"I think it must be different for males and females," Shana replied with a quiet laugh, squeezing her arms about his shoulders. "Is it really so bad as that? What's so obnoxious about it? Although I do have to agree, there can be some very... awkward moments about it." And the mood swings. And the... well, he didn't have to worry about that, lucky for him. How bad could a male have it? But still, she could tell being stuck like this really was bothering him, though she hadn't noticed before.

"That must have come as a shock," she agreed, trying to imagine waking up in a form not your own that oyu had no idea how to use. Granted, she could sympathize a little, having been raised among the dragons and never having encountered a two-legger until she was in her teens. She'd had to learn how to fit in all from the beginning, but at least she'd been used to herself. Mostly

[hamenleai]

Shana blushed, biting her lower lip. "Ahh. Yes, I can imagine how that would make things awkward. It's bad enough I get all the weird feelings in my stomach. At least I can sort of hide that."

"I think I'd rather be a two-legger than a grel, honestly," she added, wrinkling her nose slightly. "Grels are kind of boring. Although I do wish I could shift like you could."

At his mention of home and the lair, Shana leaned her head against his shoulder, her arm anchoring about his waist. "Stupid dragons," she muttered, feeling frustration once more at the majority of the Lair she'd been raised amongst. The ones left behind. "There's still you and Foster Mother and Father Dragon and the others that came with you. Maybe there can be another Lair?"

[hamenleai]

"They got too complacent," Shana agreed with a nod, frowning in remembrance of life in the Lair. It hadn't been all bad, but it hadn't always been easy, either.

She shook her head, wanting to change the subject, then thought of what she'd wanted to talk to her brother about, her expression brightening.

"So. Are you going to tell me about this girl?"