"I'll get the spell, my Heru. I will get it and it will be in your hands before the morning. But please... you can get trapped there. There is no danger for me here, but there is for you, such as I cannot unravel." Soothing, coaxing voice. Talking more for using that voice as another anchor rather than persuasion, since his body... for all his words beckoned, his body was not fighting her with any sort of organization or concentrated will. Pulled back, perhaps. But not of his conscious volition.
Hathor's mind was planning. Down the elevator. Out the lobby. Call a taxi. Take him... Fastest, where he could rest without his mind crowded by unknowing strangers while she was away - at her mother's place. Then return quickly, hopefully before what he had done to the people who could hinder them was still in effect; otherwise... she'd come up with something.
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Date: 2009-01-25 11:38 pm (UTC)Hathor's mind was planning. Down the elevator. Out the lobby. Call a taxi. Take him... Fastest, where he could rest without his mind crowded by unknowing strangers while she was away - at her mother's place. Then return quickly, hopefully before what he had done to the people who could hinder them was still in effect; otherwise... she'd come up with something.