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[not_lugosi]

Bela fled Flagstaff for New Orleans a few days ago. Her business associate did indeed help her find a skilled curandera to challenge the bruja who had cursed her

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[cutting_edgex23]

X appears at the side of Bela's table, eyes narrowed.

And eventually--

"You are not okay."

She does not sound happy about that.

[not_lugosi]

She focuses her eyes on X. This takes a couple of seconds.

"Hi, X. No, I guess I'm not. But I will be."

[cutting_edgex23]

X tilts her head, still poised to--

Well, she looks like she's poised to kill something.

Someone.

"I am allowed to ask?"

[not_lugosi]

Bela frowns slightly.

"Hmm?"

[isaysimplewords]

Cal learned early on not to mention when a woman isn't looking so good. So, when he slides into the seat across from Bela, he does not say, Jesus, Bela, you look like shit.

He doesn't have to. His concerned look does it for him.

". . . Bela? Are you okay?"

[not_lugosi]

Bela shrugs and smiles, but it is a faint smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes.

"I was much worse a couple of days ago. I ran into an on-the-job hazard."

She's glad to see Cal. Being back here, where people care if she lives or dies- it's nice.

[isaysimplewords]

"What happened?"

Cal is frowning a bit, worried, trying to think of something he can do.

[not_lugosi]

"Ummm."

She tries to find all the words, but the Valium makes them slippery.

"A witch cursed me. A vengeance curse. I was fucking careless and it could have killed me. It almost did, but here I am."