by Katarina Kane » Thu Jul 13, 2023 6:48 pm
"I need an excuse to find you?" Katarina smiled. "I didn't realize my company was so unappreciated."
Before Ryn could protest too much, Katarina waved her off. "No, no, a joke, a joke, that's all. Honestly, part of it was I needed a little more soothing company after getting prodded by the doctor and lectured by the Wyldclay. It's been one of those sorts of days."
Katarina had been spending more time in the infirmary recently, as her 'condition', as she put it, continued to develop. That involved a lot of needles and a lot of excited yammering on from the doc, and a lot of uncertainty about her own future. You know, super fun times. There were theories about what was going on, and some attempts at curtailing or reversing it, but nothing concrete. And as such, the scaly patch on her lower back had continued to spread, despite the soothing effects of the various balms and creams the Wyldclay had supplied her.
She also had been pushing for more autonomy, and the ability to go out on missions on her own. That had been firmly denied by The Directorate, but they had been working on workarounds -- and, as always Ryn was considered her handler, with the instructions to deal with the pop star-turned-siren should she get out of control. The irony of Ryn being the one charged with ensuring normality did not go unmentioned by people who knew what Ryn really was.