With more in her mind than Gabriel's death, but not more in her heart, Gwin finds Jake invaluable to maintaining control of herself.  She rises from the bed.  She changes her clothes, a symbol of changing her mood.  A nice tea-length cotton frock, pink with little blue flowers here and there.  A lightweight pattern on a soft dress.  She takes a moment and braids her hair.  One long braid down the back.  She walks casually into the washroom and wets a cloth. Wiping her face off, clearing it of tears and dust, she looks to the mirror.  When she is satisfied with what stares back to her.  She takes a deep breath and goes in search of the boys.  With the help of Jake, that got so much easier suddenly.  She smiles at that at least.<br/><br/>She enters the bedroom to see them huddled and talking.  No signs of aggression or taunting are visible.  It looks like they are having a serious talk.  She is a touch confused, but almost grateful to see it.  She says to the boys "Hey, guys whatcha upto?"  She sees the two syringes sitting there.  One emptied and one with blood.  She puts her hands over them to keep them before either could stop her.  Yes, she can read minds, but she prefers not to do so constantly and to give people privacy as possible.  She asks Jake what is in them.  It only takes him till the end of her thought to reply "Gabriel's blood and use to have medichines"  Since she has her memory back she understands medichines.  She turns to Luke, "Can you help him?"  The sincere imploring in her voice is pure and unmixed.  Suddenly she holds up a hand.  "No, I think I need to talk to you alone."  She glances back to Gabriel with eyes as strong as steel giving him no doubt she would have this meeting with or without his consent.