Mmmmeh.

[doc_w]

Clair made her way back to the Shop, found Z, and flopped on him.

"Meh."

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[i_z_you]

Z was on the couch in his office, his mind elsewhere, but flopping on him is a good way to get his attention.

"Meh?"

[doc_w]

"Yes. Meh. Meh about everything."

Awh, floppy Clair. She curled up on him, small and warm.

"It's been a rotten week."

[i_z_you]

Hair-petting happens. "I'm sorry I've been so spaced out."

[doc_w]

"You haven't been talking to us. I have no idea what's been going on. I don't know what that Yellow thing was, I don't know who got rid of it for us, or what's wrong with Gabriel, or why Savannah came back with most of her proverbial teeth missing."

[i_z_you]

Eeengh. "Time to explain, then." Here in their universe, where there was no King in Yellow to summon via curiosity. So explain he did, softly and supplementing it with mental imagery when necessary. He told her what he knew about the Yellow, how it had reached Gabriel, what it seemed to have done for it. How Rassilon had scoured it from the web, and who and what he was. And what he did to Savannah.

[doc_w]

"Hoboy. Trust Savannah to find the most dangerous thing in the room and yell at it. I figured he was powerful; didn't know he was that powerful. Kinda hard to think that about someone who looks like your goofy uncle."

[i_z_you]

Nuzzle. "Well, she started with you, so we already know she goes for danger."