Xaviers!

Tereza makes a thoughtful noise, "Interesting."

"...which one am I talking to? You're usually more... chatty?"

Tereza ponders that for a moment, "Hard to say." She'd shrug, but having a bar across your shoulders makes that difficult.

"Did you... make up, or something?"

"I mean, it's great if you did."

"We had a fight," she says, eyes still straight ahead as if she's focusing on the squats and trying to maintain her form.

"What, and you don't know who came out on top?"

"It hasn't really come up," she says, finishing her set.

"I guess you don't... want me to help out with that, or anything."

"I'm not really sure what you'd do," she says, stretching as she looks thoughtfully puzzled.

"Well it was kind of dire in there the last time, aye?"

"You're... a bit wolfish right now, but not fully. It took me a bit to twig to it. You're..."

"...not talking like either of them completely."

"You're certainly welcome to take a look, but I don't need you to look or anything."

"I'm just trying to..."

"I know it's not my place to fix you, but I don't want to see you hurting, either."

"Well, I'm not hurting," Tereza says, "So I guess that's all good then." She moves over and sits on one of the benches, resting for a moment.

"Am I... making a mountain out of a mole hill, here?" She says, sitting down next to Tereza.

"I guess I could be on a hair trigger after all the shite that's gone on."

Sitting this close, Sam's telepathic sense and her link with Tereza gives her the impression of smelling wood smoke and something that smells like burning hair or fur. "It's a possible. A lot to watch out for with the new administrator."

"...you had a hell of a fight," she says, blinking as she gets that flash.

She nods, "It was... full throated."

"That's almost a tease," she smirks nervously.

"But you did say I could, so..."

Tereza shrugs, "If you want."

"I'll be quick about it. In and out."

Sam closes her eyes and descends into Tereza's mind.

The clearing is covered in some combination of smoke and fog that make it hard to see very far. The fire in the middle is burning quite insistently on some large chunks of broken wood and some furs that seem to be where most of the smoke is coming from. Sam can just make out one of the trees close to her and there are jagged shards of something embedded in it. She can sense that there are two presences in the fog, but she can't immediately see them.

"It's ah... it's just me?" She calls out into the fog.

"...well, it's not either of them burning," she mutters as she spies what's left of the throne in the fire.

She heads for the edge of the clearing, inspecting the trees.

It looks like more bits of the throne, edges sharp and rough. A glowing pair of eyes appear into her fog on the left, "Pardon our mess." The eyes wink out and a pair open in the fog on the right, "You've caught us at a strange time."

"It was not pretty."

"It was glorious."

She sees two silhouettes moving in the fog, but the outlines are indistinct, sometimes woman and sometimes monster.

"Maybe."

"It has its appeal."

"The furs will be gone eventually."

"They're just some... things that must be dealt with."

"Maybe."

"Hard to say."

"Love..." says a voice from ahead of her.

Then a hand slides across the back of her shoulders as a silhouette disappears back into the fog and another voice behind her says, "Are you just trying to get your hands on us?"

"Oh, I know..." says the voice behind her.

"And?" says the voice from in front of her.

"Then we'll have to do something about that soon," the voice behind her growls in her ear before vanishing back into the fog and smoke.

"But, as you said, we're in public right now," the glowing eyes in front teased.

"We're still worried," the voice in front sobers.

"But you're so fun to tease," says the voice behind her.