so much is still unknown

WESSEX after all is said and done you're just a carnivore let you in and drink my blood you're nothing but a monster As Letha clutches at her shoulder for support, Wessex wraps said arm around her waist for extra support, keeping a light grip on her until everything seems to right itself. “There you go,” she murmurs rather maternally, watching the girl with a slight smile and following up the encouragement with a gentle pat on the back. “You did better than my companion did the first time. She was screeching her head off and about ready to kill me for it.” She chuckles lightly and looks around, but still finds the alley empty. Good. “That was teleporting. And breaking and entering - but for a good cause. I wouldn’t have stolen anything, I just needed information.” Giving her a serious look (for two reasons), the Wraith tries to ascertain if she’s able to walk a bit. As quiet as the alley is, the drunk has pissed himself and the odor is… unpleasant to her sense of smell. Her nose wrinkles as she makes a face whilst looking at the man. Lovely. “Do you need another moment?” Wessex asks patiently, in no particular hurry tonight - though they could be more comfortable. There are things to digest, a sister to get to know. And they have all the time in the world, don’t they?