Kimberly
Jade knew that even though progress had been made this full moon... Someone was left fighting for their life. Her friend, the anger she felt for the werewolves, the terror she felt at the thought of losing Dimitra. They weren't supposed to be friends but admittedly Jade adored Dimitra, the woman's aura was so beautiful. This wasn't supposed to happen dammit! Dimitra is the one who taught her how to fight for herself, how to shoot the damn gun. 

She shouldn't have been in here, she deserved some place better, she deserved a place with fresh lighting, better food. She felt... Both anger and sadness. She didn't want to see the beautiful skin bandaged with bloody spots, and her curls! God were they doing anything to take care of her. She knew Dimitra didn't need such worries, but Jade couldn't help. Finally she pushed the door open. Seeing a flash of her friend. 

She tried to keep her composure, the bouquet of flowers in her hand now being clutched. She sucked in her breath and held it. Trying to keep calm. She went to the side of her bed... Before she finally spoke up. "Dimitra?" She questioned, maybe she didn't want visitors. She lightly set the flowers on the window seal. This place didn't suit her... Not at all.
Anthony
She'd had a few visitors; of course, Abel Hughes had stopped in to pray for her and offer his services. A few of her friends around town had dropped in to bring her flowers or their best wishes on her recovery. But she was glad for the pauses in between, where she could sink into slumber and try and sleep off the pain. 

The door opened and she stirred, slowly opening her eyes to take in who exactly was entering her room right now. She adjusted and smiled, sitting up a little more. "Why if it isn't Miss Jade Grant, as I live and breathe," She said softly, adjusting in the bed and wincing. "You didn't have to come all this way out to see me, I'm not much to look at right now..." Dimitra gestured down at herself. 

"I promise I'm usually better with a gun," She said with a shaky sigh. "How've things been on the outside?" She asked. "I heard the werewolf... Was Sheriff Rowe. I knew to never trust a damn cop."
Kimberly
Jade shook her head with a small saddened laugh as she looked to Dimitra "Well, did you really think I wasn't gonna come see you?" She also had another trick up her sleeve, Admittedly she had to sneak into Dimitra's house to get it. She slipped the small flask under the woman's cover. "Just a little something." She sat on the edge of the womans bed 

"Oh hush, you couldn't look bad if you tried to." She laughed although she was only masking the worry she felt. "I hate that you're here though. Are they taking care of you?" She leaned in, gently tidying the womans untamed curls "Do I need to bring you meals? Is the food edible? Are they managing your pain?" Suddenly the older sister in Jade came out, it came from a place of fear. Something connected her to Dimitra and she didn't know what yet but she'll be damned if she lost that connection before she figured out what it was. 

"I know you are better with a gun." She reassured her. "Things have been... Hectic." She twisted her ring around her finger. "We are uh... Having a debate down at the ruins about the mayor too... Its all so, hard to navigate. I wish you were there."
Anthony
She smiled weakly and squeezed at Jade's hand, laughing as the girl rattled on with her laundry list of concerns. "I promise," She said, giving her a look. "I promise, they're taking care of me here. But I wouldn't mind something home cooked." She closed her eyes a minute before her hand wrapped around the flask out of appreciation. 

"You're a lifesaver, I'll say that." She unscrewed it and downed a big swig, sighing in relief at the feeling. "A debate? About the mayor? Am I missing a revolution?" She groaned. "You're kidding! This just isn't fair." 

She sighed and let her head drop on her pillow. "If I was there, I'd put my two cents in... About whatever it is. What is it about, anyway?" She turned to look at her with a curious eye. "I could tell you what I want to say and you could tell them for me!" She sat up. "I mean, don't I get a say in all this werewolf business? I was ravaged by one of them!" She pointed out.
Kimberly
Jade couldn't help but feel like perhaps they weren't taking care of Dimitra, at least not meeting her impeccably high standards when it came to people she loved, however she did just sneak someone alcohol so her moral compass was all sorts of weird 

She laughed as Dimitra gave her thanks for the flask. "You are missing... A lot I will say. Alma revealed that the mayor was one of the werewolves and Alma wants to kill him, some people want to question him, some people want to kill him, some people want to keep him alive. I am not one for conflict, I say that I stand with whatever Alma wants to do"

Hearing that Dimitra wanted to make a statement, she wanted to find a notepad or something to document otherwise she wouldn't remember, she finally just said screw it and grabbed the doctors clipboard to write on the back of whatever paper seemed less important "Alright Dimitra Florakis, spill your guts" She laughed
Anthony
She righted herself as much as she possibly could and cleared her throat, wetting her tongue with another swig from the flask. "Here's my two cents," She said, grinning. 

"I say, we kill the bastard," She said. "But! I'll say, if we've got a direct line to the werewolves... Why don't we do a little interrogating beforehand? I'm just saying, it won't hurt to do both," She pointed. "He's the mayor, he's probably the leader of the pack, right?" She raised an eyebrow. 

"If he decides not to talk, just kill him. I feel like it's a win-win, right? What's the point of trying to have him stand a trial? This isn't a normal circumstance!" She pointed out.
Kimberly
Dimitra's smile was a very contagious one, she looked up to the woman, the pencil ready in her hand. She scribbled as fast as she could keeping up with Dimitras words even if she was conflicted herself. She couldn't find the right or wrong. She hadn't thought about Mayor Cooper being the leader. She nodded "Right but... What if by killing him... We become the monsters themselves?" She knew Dimitra was a smart woman 

As much as she'd love to blindly follow... Something just didn't feel right about this. It felt as if there were something else they were missing. More to the story, now that one was unmasked, time to unmask another? All of it seemed too convenient

She wished her grandmother were here, she would ask for guidance. Bianca Grant may have submitted to the rules Jade didn't wish to follow but the woman had never steered her wrong before.
Anthony
She tilted her head. "Sometimes..." She said slowly. "You have to get your hands dirty to survive." God knows she didn't want to hurt people for the fun of it, but survival was important. "What makes it any different when the werewolf jumps on top of your loved one and tries to rip their throat out? Just because they're wearing a big furry costume and they take it off in the daytime, doesn't change what they've done," She pointed out. 

"As long as they're alive and wandering around Briar Ridge, we're all in danger." Dimitra shook her head. "They're stupid if they think they can just keep on killing us, maiming us, what have you."
Kimberly
Jade felt good talking to Dimitra, she felt relieved. Dimitra was a wise woman much like her grandmother. She set the piece of paper with Dimitras words on them. She leaned in giving the woman a gentle hug "You gotta get better soon... I hate seeing you like this" She pulled away with a soft frown. Still keeping her hands on Dimitras biceps

"I know you won't let some mangy mutt keep you down for long, thats not your style" She gave a playful wink before motioning to the flask "Make that last, I am not sure if Arty will like it if I smuggle you more" She felt a little positive about the situation. 

Interaction ended ||