Coming into Milliways.

[ofthefamily]

They never gave him a shirt again after Carlisle bandaged up the injured man that had been brought into his cell.

And then the door shifted, the voices growing louder

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[river_meimei]

A young woman -- tangle-haired, in a light sundress of the 26th century, human through and through -- is perched atop a table near the door. She's cross-legged, and bent over into a comfortable huddle to study the tabletop, her folded arms resting on the wood.

When the door opens, she glances up.

[ofthefamily]

She's the closest person to him -- human, coloration and smell and no vampire Carlisle's ever met hunches over that way for any reason whatsoever.

this has all got to be a trick another human another test

Carlisle is trying to find a piece of clothing he can steal for himself at the very least.

[river_meimei]

River straightens sharply, even as her shoulders hunch and tighten; her hands, flat to the table now, stiffen as if to clench on nothing.

Low, "No tests."

Her dark eyes fix on Carlisle, wary and intense and not quite sane. She doesn't even blink at the inhuman black of his own. "Promise."

[ofthefamily]

Carlisle's unnecessary breaths turn to pants.

English, here. Room filled with humans and other that Carlisle doesn't understand and she's trying to say that it isn't a test?

In response to a statement he is at least mostly sure he never said aloud?

"To whom do you belong?"

She's so pale. Fragile. Carlisle is guessing Marcus.