[se] how to keep myself from thinking

Once Delphine agrees, it’s all over. The men are no match against the markswoman and the healer, partially because they turn on each other too, rather than the blonde ladies that pop up from behind the drift. Laughter and curses ring through the air until someone comes to scowl at the Halovians and tell them to get back to work. To which Wessex stifles a bit of laughter and turns to her shadow and her shovel. Meh. Work. Hoping that Delphine has had a little bit of fun, the Wraith picks up her tools and brushes the snow off her clothing. “I’m not quite in the working mood. I’m gonna head home, but I could drop you off somewhere first, if you want. Teleporting’s a little disorienting, but the dizziness goes away pretty quickly.” Shrugging she offers a hand to the girl - to accept or not, the latter of which won’t offend her. Teleporting isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. {Fin} WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm