9990/Mo dhachaigh fhìn

Mo dhachaigh fhìn
Date of Scene:	06 November 2019
Location:	Ullapool, Ross and Cromarty area, Scottish Highlands
Synopsis:	Home Sweet Home? Not always. Rahne and Kurt visit Ullapool and find parts of her past are not easily forgotten. But, with his help, she attempts forward progress. (Reverend Craig emitted by Wolfsbane)
Cast of Characters:	Wolfsbane, Nightcrawler

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Wolfsbane has posed:
Trepidation. Anxiety. Excitement. Curiosity.

Ullapool causes this range of emotions and more in Rahne Sinclair, for it has been a few years since she's set foot in the small Scottish village she was born and 'raised' in. Known for fishing, also known for having a small port on the waterfront, there is a lot about the tiny town to enjoy if one knows where to find it.

The thing is, Rahne never truly got to experience Ullapool like most other residents. She was not allowed to. Reverend Craig can be thanked for that. While he sent her out on errands to pick up groceries or get him other things, she did not get to attend the normal schools like the other children. He even forbade her from playing with them. It created a sort of stigma about her, like there was something wrong with her, something the priest did little to discourage others from believing. It fit in with his goal of hiding the truth from the rest of the residents.

The day is overcast and breezy, the weather right on the border between being warm enough to rain and cold enough to snow. In fact, depending on any shifts in temperature, some flurries fall but nothing has stuck yet. It took a flight into Aberdeen to the east, then about three and a half hours by car, stopping for a bite to eat in Inverness, before the road curled around to the left and the place was before them. Kurt was driving. She was bundled up for the weather in a warm coat, but it didn't seem to bother her otherwise. "There it is," she said, pointing as if it could be missed. "Ullapool."

Nightcrawler has posed:
"Tiny, ja?" Kurt smiles while he shifts and adjusts in his seat again to make room for his tail. "It looks nice." one hand reaching over to take on of hers, "Even... well I know it wasn't." forehead creasing as his eyes quickly move back to the road ahead of them.

"Any places you want to visit first? That you want to show me?" he's still smiling despite his worry, he knows she can smell it on him, the tension, but at the same time the excitement of exploring the new place. Taking the road steady, trying not to look at the small town like some sort of monster in waiting.

Wolfsbane has posed:
"Verra tiny," Rahne agrees. She's already 'put the wolf away' for this visit. The last time it made an appearance in the area, she was chased by villagers who literally had pitchforks, torches, and shotguns, led by none other than her father. She's already discussed with Kurt the need to not stand out here. "Most o' th' people are nice, but..th' main Presbyterian church here, there are some who have been led doon a nasty path."

She directs him to drive along the waterfront, otherwise known as Shore Street, near the ferry terminal. It's only a few hundred feet once they stay left instead of continuing right along A835. Nearly every building along the road is pure white. They pass a few B&Bs, a music store, a pharmacy, and there are a few pubs around. "There's a market off Quay Street tae th' right, but if we keep going straight we can take West Lane an' there's a nice open park," she explains. "There's also a museum nearby an'..och, I can already smell th' fish. I remember tha'." She rolls the window down a few inches and allows enough of the wolfen nose to strengthen so she can better scent the mackerel in particular.

Nightcrawler has posed:
As they roll in closer to where people can see, his image inducer is engaged and Kurt's appearance is masked over - aristocratic German. Brown eyes, black hair, fair skinned, no tail... Five fingers. Bathed in a lie to keep him hidden, who he really is.

"Park then? Or real fish n'chips, darling?" Kurt smiles to her, "Whatever you wish, this is your home, ja? I know nothing - I'm the blind being led." He looks out the window as well, keeping his up against the smell of fish. Not a great as fan - but then he's probably fine with the smell of animal stalls and 'circus faire' foods. Keeping straight until she directs him otherwise.

Wolfsbane has posed:
Rahne just directs him on a drive around the outer edges of Ullapool so he can see various things - Loch Broom as it continues around the western side of town, a variety of shops, residences, and restaurants as they pass along the northern edge, fronted by fields and trees to their left, past the main Quay Street again and further along before coming back down A835 past a Church of Scotland and Ullapool High School, then a Catholic Church and back to Shore Street again. They stay away from the center of town, which holds the Presbyterian Church.

"I could go for a good fish meal before we walk around a wee bit," she finally says, directing him back toward the ferry terminal. "Everyone always said how good th' Seaforth is. It's th' one wi' th' stonework in front, an' th' big windows on th' corner."

Nightcrawler has posed:
"Seaforth then, as you wish, sweetheart." Kurt beams as he turns and slows some to look for signs or to get directions from Rahne as they move along. Pulling up and staring up at the old building an appreciative nod is given before Kurt is moving to get out and around to open Rahne's door for her in his antiquated formalities.

"So... if I have eiene beir... will you be mad at me?" offering her a wink with a pupil that can be seen as he tries to offer an arm for her to take before leading towards the restaurant, nostrils twitching at the smells.

Wolfsbane has posed:
Rahne sniffs once they've left the car, she getting out on the left side as the passenger, he on the right. "I /suppose/ one is all right," she says, a teasing tone present before she grows more serious as they both step inside, arms together.

"It's funny," she says quietly, "I think this is actually muh first time in here. I've been by it before, but if he knew I actually went in.." Her eyes slide toward the bar. This could be a reason why. "..he'd ha' been even more cross wi' me than usual."

There are half a dozen or so people gathered around the fireplace, warming up on the chilly day, with a few more scattered about the tables and booths. One of them, an older fellow, takes just a glance toward her, less so at Kurt, and leaves abruptly.

Then another red-haired young woman, who is clearly dressed like someone who works there, spots them as well. "Table for two for ye, then?" she begins before looking a second time. "Is tha' Rahne Sinclair Ah see before me, an' wi' a friend?" Rahne hesitates, not sure if the reaction is to be good or bad, then the woman adds, "Ye dinna remember me? Sophie from bible study? Come here an' give us a hug!"

They appear to be of a similar age and Rahne stammers, "I-I do remember ye, but I..never expected tae see ye in here." She's then swallowed up by the embrace, and Sophie says, "Aye, muh parents got me oot o' all tha'. They didna like some o' whit Ah was telling them about 'th' good Reverend' an' his teachin'."

This only leaves Rahne looking more surprised than ever. It's not something she apparently expected to hear.

Nightcrawler has posed:
A hand resting at the middle of her back, showing his presence to re-assure he's there. Kurt smiles to Sophie, the expression going wide when he sees the way she treats Rahne.

"Well, miss. It's good to see more people happy to see Rahne. My name is Kurt, Sophie. Any friend of her's is of mine, ja?" Offering a hug... image inducer or not, his hand will feel strange. So how to correct it? Be a hugger.

Kurt looks around the bar as well, from face to face, gauging reactions, someone suddenly leaving, others looking intently or bored. He knows the looks well, and his concern for this going well for Rahne paramount to him.

Wolfsbane has posed:
A few other eyes take in the sight of Sophie with Rahne and Kurt, some showing flashes of recognition, others not. Nobody else leaves just yet, at least not without finishing their food first. The one who took off right away muttered something about Satan and the Devil on the way out the door, but they might not have noticed.

"Well, Kurt, if'n ye're wantin' a hug as well, Ah'll be glad tae give ye one." Sophie does pause at some point in the middle of it, as if she's felt or realized something she was not expecting at all judging from a shift in her expression and a sudden look toward Rahne after a glance at Kurt's hands, but nothing else is coming from that outwardly. "What'll ye be havin', then?"

Rahne has moved to a table, watching the exchange cautiously, acting as if she isn't sure what is going on or how long this apparent facade will last. That's what it has to be, right? "We were..a' least I was craving a proper chippy meal."

Nightcrawler has posed:
"I'll trust Rahne's judgement in this - I don't know the fare, but I'll be happy to give a try, ja?" moving to the table, drawing out Rahne's chair to sit only after she's been settled in.

Kurt doesn't comment on Sophie's reaction of him, play it normal - no one but she notices as far as he cares, though he takes some care with how he sits. "I love the way the buildings look, and the coast. I grew up land locked, not even lakes nearby. I rarely saw the sea you know... It's delightful to me at least." beaming his brightest.

Wolfsbane has posed:
"Large or small, then?" Sophie asks, subtly rubbing over one of her own hands in the aftermath. The shorter native, now seated after Kurt's helped with that, says, "Large, please. An' it's haddock, Kurt. If ye like fish, I'm sure ye'll like this. Th' batter is important." At least she knows that much. "It was nice having th' water nearby," she agrees.

Once Sophie is off taking care of the order, Rahne looks around the place and rests her hands in her lap. She's seen to chew at her bottom lip, like she's waiting for something to happen.

As it happens, the man who left is making a beeline for the Presbyterian Church.

Nightcrawler has posed:
His tail, hidden by hard light and shadow moves to wrap around one ankle, loosely, and Kurt smiles to her. "Hey. It's ok. Nothing can happen that I won't stand up against, ja?" Her hands in her lap he can't take one, but he does stretch his hand across as well.

"Trust me Rahne. I have your back no matter what." he's looking about the bar once more, accepting his drink when it comes by to sip from the mug and give a little sigh as he cools his throat. "Talk to me if you need, tell me what is on your mind."

Wolfsbane has posed:
Rahne plays the part of someone evasive, reluctant to share much. "I'm..it's just..this is muh home, an' it's as pretty as I remembered, but it was verra hard tae feel like I ever belonged here an' I wish things were different than they were."

She meets his eyes, then looks around, across the room, outside through one of the windows. "I should be happier tae be here than I am. I've avoided coming back here until noo, ever since..."

Nightcrawler has posed:
"Sad memories do that, Rahne. Don't feel ashamed of it." Kurt offers and his tail gives a little squeeze, "You have shaky starts to new memories, but we'll make the best of these that we can - and remember. Paris." waggling his brow, toothy smile showing.

"If I cannot get a smile and good memory for you in the City of Lights, I'm not sure what will. But I will keep trying, ja? You and me." the hand on the table moves, fingers stepping as if dancing, "Sweet juice and water for you, perhaps a bit of champagne for me, dinner, dancing, the tower?"

Wolfsbane has posed:
"I'm trying," Rahne admits. "Trying tae think o' some o' th' better memories, like spending time oot in th' fields o' heather an' just enjoying being away from things. Away from him. I just didna have much time away from him." Kurt has never seen /him/ either.

"But we'll have a good time here. Muh life is not ruled by him any longer," she claims, trying to believe what she says even if she's had problems buying it before. "But first, I want tae enjoy th' fish we're about tae have, an' maybe we can go for a walk afterward. Paris can wait another day or so, aye?" She smiles at his efforts to maintain contact with her.

Nightcrawler has posed:
"It would need to, it's a long drive." laughing, Kurt smiles at her "Aye" trying out one of her words perhaps? "It's going to be fine, fun. We've had some downs, but we'll have more ups - I promise ok?" allowing her silence if she wishes from that point. Awaiting dinner, trying not to overwhelm, but still providing presence, to let her come into her own.

Wolfsbane has posed:
Rahne levels a sharp look at Kurt, but a rolling of her eyes at his joke and laugh shows she isn't taking it seriously. "It's just hard sometimes, when there are things ye've no' been able tae put fully behind ye," she explains.

Before long, their food arrives. The fish 'chippy' comes with mushy peas as well, which she may have to explain to him, but after loading up with some malt vingar and tartar, there is a content, happy expression after that first bite following a brief blessing of the meal. "Och, this is..mmmm."

Nightcrawler has posed:
The mushy peas? He seems to know... really he dishes like an expert - all that time in Excalibur, after all. So much time at Brian's home and eating UK fare. He does match the amount of malt and tartar she uses, in expectation of understanding how she feels it needs to be loaded.

"I understand that, as well. Differently. Raven." offering his mother's 'human' name rather than invoke the name of a terrorist before he digs in, and sighs at the taste. "Ach... been to long."

Wolfsbane has posed:
Nodding, the native Scot grows more focused on the meal, which is a sign it's good. More talking might mean excuses being made not to eat, and it's clear Rahne can't be having that. Somewhere along the way, she manages to put forth, "This is good. Verra good." At least, there's a sympathetic look about Kurt's mother.

Nightcrawler has posed:
He nods and smiles, watching her enjoy herself. It's one of the few times he's seen her like this and Kurt takes the moments as they come, watching with a quiet sort of adoration for her actually looking at peace.

The sympathetic look is yet met with kindness from him and his tail gives another hidden squeeze, speaking when a good sized portion of his meal is gone. "Don't let it drag you down though, ok?" looking to the bar at large again, for people missing... or for stares.

Wolfsbane has posed:
Before long, the meal is done and paid for, whether it's separate checks or one of them covering both. Probably Kurt. "It'll be fine. A' least we could enjoy this, aye?" Rahne says with a little grin. Of all the foods in the world, fish and chips ranks up there with her. At least her father didn't deny her that much all the time.

Once they leave - and there were a few more stares as a few people came and went, as if to verify something - it's grown later in the afternoon and enough snow has begun to fall that it's sticking to grass and other unpaved areas, threatening to do the same to the road if the temperature drops much further. "Should we try tae get back tae Inverness tonight, or wid ye rather we find a place here?" she wonders as they start to walk up the road.

The larger market she'd mentioned is only a couple blocks along Quay, but if one were to go right instead of left...that Presbyterian Church would soon be in sight. There, the man has met with who he sought.

Nightcrawler has posed:
"We could stay here, Rahne - if there's no place to rent we'll head back, but it'd be nice to see the place, maybe spend an extra day?" Kurt offers, having covered their meals indeed before they were walking. He lets her steer though, still, to keep their path where she wants to go, eyes on the lookout - with the nervousness she seems to exude.

"We could watch a sunset from a room sometime if you want?" arm around her as they stroll, smile still on his features. "Would let you get some more time for some home meals too, ja?" giving her a squeeze and he even leans to put a kiss on the hinge of her jaw. "We could make a real joy of it." holding his other hand out to let snow fall onto his gloves and slowly melt, only to be covered in others. "It's beautiful here, darling."

Wolfsbane has posed:
Nodding, Rahne says, "Let's see how it goes."

Meanwhile, /he/ leaves the church, clothed in his customary vestments, carrying the good book he has used so abusively.

"Th' sunsests are beautiful oot here, when th' clouds dinna hide it. Even then ye can usually see some color. I remember tha'," Rahne explains.

The Reverend strides purposefully down Market Street, en route to Quay Street.

Snow continues to fall, painting the village even more white than it typically is. Rahne catches a snowflake on her tongue. "Look," she tries to say without closing her mouth. "Iff..gone." Already melted.

He sees them up ahead, recognizing her without a doubt. Kurt is another story. A white-knuckle grip forms around the Holy Bible, a look of anger and rage marring his already rugged, weather-worn features, his hair and beard beginning to show signs of gray.

Nightcrawler has posed:
The laugh from Kurt is genuine and he watches her enjoying herself. He doesn't even notice the predator approaching them, trying to catch snowflakes himself, scooping a bit of powder from a paper box they pass to gently fluff the dusting at her.

He looks happy, truly. No reservations. No caution. Bright open cheer that isn't simply a veneer to hide the hurt that normally nags deep down inside, watching her with something in his eyes.

Wolfsbane has posed:
Rahne hops out of the way of the dusting, but she freezes in place as she turns toward the T intersection of Market and Quay.

"Ye foul spawn o' Satan! Whit are ye doing back in this place, tainting it wi' yuir Devilry?" comes the booming voice of the man who approaches them, brandishing the good book as if it were a weapon or shield, one of the two, fury and fire and brimstone already in his expression and words.

Reverend Craig has spotted her, and him, his angry little eyes passing between the pair.

Rahne's, meanwhile, grow wide with shock. "Och, nae.." She's locked up, at first.

Nightcrawler has posed:
He does what feels right to him, especially now, the shock in her voice... Kurt steps before her, interposing himself between Rahne and the screaming man. "Quiet." His tone is hard, not angry. Stern, not enraged.

Kurt's nostrils flare and he takes the approach as a personal affront, the ruining of this moment, for bigotry? No.

"You be quiet. You go back to your church, and you don't so much as look at her, ja?" He's not a massive man, not broad or burly, but he has conviction. Conviction and the sense of right.

Wolfsbane has posed:
He'll feel Rahne's hands at his back, clinging close to shoulders, where she has begun to hide. "It's him," she whispers, panic starting to creep back in. "Muh father."

The man looks at Kurt with the anger and rage the disguised elf tries to hold back. Some begin to watch. Others put their heads down and keep moving. They know better than to risk the man's ire. There is a group of residents that have followed his way, leading to a cold divide amongst some of them, even neighbors. It shows in the way those few who are out and about look at each other and react differently.

His reaction to Kurt's backtalk is to focus on him for the moment. "Whoever ye are, Ah'll no' hear yuir blasphemy. She has nae right tae be back here. Ah rid th' town o' her vile presence once before, an' Ah vowed if she ever came back Ah'd finish whit Ah began. She belongs in th' fiery pit, as do ye if ye've taken up wi' her. Has she clouded yuir mind wi' her cunning wiles, then? Is it an exorcism ye need? If so, Ah can provide it!" The Reverend makes no move one way or the other, however, using words as his attack thus far.

Nightcrawler has posed:
"Casting the first stone are we?" Kurt shoots right back. "You're the one with hate in your heart, stone that shields it against His love." Lips pursing, "You need to take yourself to kneel in your closet and make yourself right with yourself so that you can hear His voice... and not your own dark thoughts."

He refuses to move, eyes set on the man, throwing rhetoric and the Word right back at the Reverand. A good Catholic, no falling to protestantism or off branches of any kind. Thumb and forefinger moving as if counting off his rosary

Wolfsbane has posed:
"Dinna anger him, please," Rahne all but pleads with Kurt, speaking softly in his ear. She squeezes his shoulder, brushing against his back and hidden tail as Kurt speaks up for her, defends her.

Reverend Craig scowls openly. "Such a lost lamb, ye are. Th' Good Lord teaches us tae no' suffer sinners, tae no' suffer Lucifer an' his children. Th' Good Lord teaches us tae go intae battle against Satan's army an' strike them doon wi' th' word an' sword o' God!"

Rahne then shouts, "Ye always treated me like Ah was dirt! Ah did muh best tae please ye but it was never good enough for ye! Ye never let me live a normal life!" She's found a bit of her footing in response to some of the man's rantings.

Nightcrawler has posed:
Nodding to her, Kurt's eyes are narrowed, and her shout back to the priest draws Kurt's face into a scowl. "Then you should start with those voices whispering poison in the back of your mind, reverend." giving no leverage to the title now.

"You turn back, you leave her alone. Right now. You have no love in your heart. You're lost to Gott without it. I say once more, go home and pray and hope for His light to fill you, because you're leading your flock astray with your litany of hate and fear."

Wolfsbane has posed:
Reverend Craig points a thick finger at Rahne directly, acting as if Kurt does not even exist at the moment. "Hold yuir tongue if ye know whit's good for ye! Ah can see none o' th' teachings o' th' Lord go' through tae ye when ye were a wee brat. Ye never learned proper respect for yuir betters!" Does that sound like the sort of person Rahne comes off as?

As her own emotions stir up from the accusations and the encounter, signs of fur, fangs, and claws begin to form. "Ah always tried tae do as ye asked! Ah cleaned! Ah cooked! Ah did all muh chores! But if Ah even looked a' ye th' wrong way, ye were ready tae hit me an' send me tae muh room wi' nae supper! Why was it Ah could never do enough for ye?" She's fending off a growl, stepping from behind Kurt as the snow and wind begins to pick up around them, sending the flakes swirling.

"Watch yuir tongue, girl," Craig warns, though there is an edge of fear creeping into his tone as he sees her starting to shift. "Ye may be grown noo, but ye're still muh ward an' Ah have th' authority tae punish ye!"

Rahne, Wolfsbane..disagrees. "Ye..ye bloody old fool. Lady Moira became muh adoptive mother when ye tried tae have me killed in th' high country tha' night! She told me how she sent ye an' yuir mob away! But Ah learned more once Ah go' oot from under yuir harsh hand! Ah finally figured oot why ye treated me so poorly. Ye couldna stand it if everyone knew ye bedded a common whore from th' docks an' had a child, could ye? Ye took me as yuir ward, but it was tae hide th' fact tha' after she died having me, ye couldna bear if th' town found oot Ah was yuir own flesh an' blood!"

Even as Kurt urges the Reverend to mend his ways and leave her alone, those words already wounding him, Wolfsbane's cut deeper and he visibly flinches. "Words o' th' Devil!" he accuses, his finger shaking as he casts it in their direction once more. "Spawn o' Satan!"

Nightcrawler has posed:
He was implying she was corrupt before... Now Craig is calling her worse. Kurt steps forward and grabs the front of the Reverend's clothes in a tightly balled fist. Despite his size, Kurt is strong. Very strong. Strong enough to impress at the gym, especially for how slender he is and the cords stick out in his neck as he lifts the Reverend of the ground.

"You don't ever call her that, old man..." Kurts tone is flat, low, audible to the trio of them right there. There's danger in him. True danger. "Not ever. No greater lie ever fell from the lips of a man who has fallen from His grace..."

There's pity in Kurt's stare, forcing Craig to meet his gaze. "You're a broken thing, broken by your own failings and you seek to make your one triumph... nothing." teeth bared as he thrusts forward none to kindly, to put the man on his feet. If he falls, he falls.

Wolfsbane has posed:
As Kurt steps forward, quickly closing the gap between them, which is only a few feet by now, Wolfsbane extends a hand but misses him in passing. "Kurt.." she begins. "He's blinded. He.."

"Assault!" Craig cries out, though the strength Kurt shows clearly has the man at a disadvantage. Nearly dropping his Bible, he clutches it to his side with his left hand. His right clasps over one of Kurt's and his eyes widen further as he finds the same thing Sophie did in the restaurant. "Ye..ye wear a mask as well! Ye are no' whit ye seem!" he blurts, surprise in his words, his expression, briefly replacing the preaching from the bully pulpit he has created for himself in this small, remote village few others know of.

Wolfsbane's hands cover her mouth and she whispers a silent prayer to herself that this does not get worse than it already has.

Craig recoils from more of Kurt's words, regardless of the look the disguised elf gives him. "All lies. Ah am a good man, a Godly man. Tha' slattern, tha' whore, she forced herself on me as Ah tried tae drive away th' evil spirits in her, then she had th' nerve tae get pregnant wi' tha'!" He stumbles as he lands, slipping down to his backside, dirtying his pristine preacher's attire.

From there he is forced to look up at both of them, and now he gets a closer look at Wolfsbane's snarling visage. "Ye may be muh father by blood, but ye're nae father tae me. All ye ever did was make me wish Ah would die in muh sleep so Ah could join muh mum in Heaven. Speak one more ill word o' her an' ye'll regret it."

The fangs, the claws, the anger and budding strength in her, such a contrast to when he literally had her hunted down years ago...for once, Reverend Craig has nothing to say.

Nightcrawler has posed:
"You're no man of the cloth... Reverend. You are leading your flock to bigotry and their own downfall. You preach hate and not love." Kurt steps back, away from Craig to move alongside Rahne, his arm around her.

"This woman knows more about love, and care, and forgiveness than you've ever forgotten. You're not worth her time. You're lucky she even remembers you."

He gives her a squeeze, subtle, eyes boring into Craig, "You're hollow... Nothing left but a shell."

Wolfsbane has posed:
Craig picks himself up off the wet ground, the snow further swirling as it clings to his hair, his beard, most of it melting around him. More is collecting around Rahne and Kurt as well, but the Reverend looks unwell.

Wolfsbane is felt to be shaking as Kurt moves to comfort her. Still, some stare, hushed words amongst themselves as they whisper about what they're seeing. One of their own residents, a mutant. The other, a monster. But will they truly see?

The only other words from the preacher are meant to be harsh ones. "Ah see whit ye truly are. Ye're no' whit ye have these people see ye as, demon, but Ah know better. Th' two o' ye belong wi' each other. Both o' ye will burn in Hell one day." He stops short of making any further threats along those lines, beginning to retreat. "Mark muh words. Th' Lord is no' done wi' either o' ye."

Wolfsbane shouts back, "Good! Because th' Lord was never part o' yuir life! Ye're naught but a fraud an' a fake! I wonder whit th' church elders will say when they find oot th' truth about ye?"

As she steps back, away from the one who fathered her in his moment of lust, out across the Loch a few clouds thin enough for the fading rays of the sun to cut through.

Perhaps, as Reverend Craig runs back to the relative safety of his church building, God is a witness to this moment after all.

Nightcrawler has posed:
Kurt Wagner turns as Craig flees, smiling and turning to gather Rahne up fully in his arms now, holding her tight, lips close to her ear, speaking below a whisper - trusting her senses.

"I'm very proud of you, Rahne..." is all that he says, and then rests his chin on her shoulder, holding there until she decides to draw back when she wishes. He doesn't care about the others watching, or the fleeing man. The whole world could go away and he'd not notice.

Wolfsbane has posed:
Wolfsbane turns away from the man that seeks the relative safety of his church. Instead, she buries her forehead in against Kurt's shoulder, felt to be shivering more openly than before. It isn't from the weather.

"Let's..just find a place tae get indoors. I dinna want tae be ootside right noo," she says, the words muffled but audible. This took everything to manage, took everything out of her. "I couldna ha' done it alone."