Low Key Coincidence

"No, no. I'm not possessed. Just changed by my time in Ebonyridge." Among other things, but Hella didn't want to get into those right now. She paused though, confused and honestly a good bit skeptical about the idea that Lynn wanted to help her just to be her friend.

"My friendship? That's all you want?" She swuinted hard, still holding her tea but not having drank any of it. "Pardon my bluntness, but I've been dealing with Fae for a while now. I don't take favors lightly anymore. But..."

Her mind was spinning now. That thing Lynn said. About if her sisters were worth saving, she had to at least try. Hella felt her heart jump into her throat at the prospect of making any sort of move against Ebonyridge.

"I suppose if you'll help me with this. However you think you can. I'll help you figure out which Court you come from? On the down low, of course. And we can be friends."

"No no it is just... I don't know. It seems like such a simple thing. I don't think..." that her friendship was worth helping in what amounted to a suicide mission. But she didn't say that; just shook her head and finally sipped her tea. It tasted like warm water, just like every other time. She couldn't even be disappointed anymore.

"I don't know how we'll do any of this. But now that you've said that about needing to at least try, it's gonna nag me forever if I don't."
Hella smiled, keeping it small so that it didn't stretch to her ears like it tended to do lately. It was creepy and unbecoming.

"We'll think of something though. We have... well, time is of the essence but we can't rush ourselves. The Elves of Ebonyridge are... awful and cunning. I had weeks of preparation last time and still got trapped." She wanted to say thank you so much, but the mere thought of forming the words made her want to vomit blood. Oh well, hopefully Lynn would understand.

"Yes, I'm aware of what kinds of rules there are there."
And she went into it. The complex social trappings of Ebonyridge. No lying. No walking on still water deeper than an inch. So many layers, some of which seemed nonsensical or contradictory.

And then there was the Dying Day stuff. Hella paused. "Lynn, this might be a very stramst question. But do you know the day you will die? Of old age, I mean."
She sipped her tea, thinking. Why hadn't she opened with that? It was the easiest way to tell, as far as she could guess.