like scar said, be prepared

The Voice’s pride feels her with a warmth she doesn’t usually feel. A small, satisfied smile can’t be held back as she watches the map rise towards her goddess. “Yes, of course.” Wessex is quick to agree, though she still thinks it through. Sisters? Well, she doesn’t have any sisters yet, just one competent and two half-wit brothers. Maybe she should ask for a sister, the way a little girl might, cause she’s sick of stupid boys. “Will you be able to see it through our eyes in real time, or is it something you have to… collect from us later?” Download. Except she doesn’t know that word. There’s no concept of plugging in in Caido, though they’ve surely already seen the wires required for that. “And the Fae? Is there any way to evade them while doing this?” Deimos had said Amalia was missing - potentially captured by the Fae. If a shifter can’t avoid being caught by blending in with real animals, she isn’t brash enough to think her speed would be able to shake them either. Wessex takes the map back, tucking it away. She’d have to go with everyone, she decides, because she sure as hell won’t entrust the map to someone else. Unless - unless they can make a copy. But how the fuck would they even begin to do that? WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here