<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/998723462564683908/1000165806690291843/IMG_3034.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Namira Laurent</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Daddy's Girl Invoked</strong>: [X]<br/><strong>Heartbreaker Invoked</strong>: [ ]<br/><strong>Ishtar's Pride and Joy Invoked</strong>: [ ]<br/><strong>Legend:</strong> 1/1<br/><br/>[ ] Bruised <br/>[ ] Injured<br/>[ ] Maimed<br/>[ ] Taken Out<br/><br/><strong>Conditions:</strong><br/></div></div></div></div><strong>Location:</strong>On the plane<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Namira gently squeezed JD's hand, just letting her get it out of her system.  She waited her out, Luke offering some words of wisdom regarding the nature of the gods, and she smiled softly.  She couldn't blame her for trying to pass it off as something she didn't need help with, not really.  If her mother had been like JD's father, well, she might have felt the same.<br/><br/>"Just remember that we're here if you need us," she reminded the blonde quietly.  "Luke is right.  We're bound as a group now, and I for one won't be shaken loose so easily."  She gave her a playful wink.  "We've already done some good, right?  Let's do some more and be better than those that came before us."