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"You must forgive my sister. She's a bit clingy," Mauruvius says. "After all, when she sees something she likes, she has to get it, no matter what, isn't that right?"

"I'm in no way obligated to answer that accusation," the female Mïttehalle says.

"Of course you're not." Mauruvius says.

A knock on the door diffuses the situation, and the trolley boy peeks his head in. "Anything I can get you?"

"As a matter of fact," Mauruvius says, reaching into his breast pocket and pulling out a card. "My sister is a bit hungry. Be a dear and satisfy her needs, won't you?"

Mia snatches the card from her brother and performs a jaunty bow before exiting the car with her new friend. This leaves Arya alone with the male, certainly the more composed of the two.

"I'm not interested in joining a cult," Arya says, sliding away from him to once again take the now-empty seat.

"And I am not compelling you to do so," he responds. "I simply want to give your life a bit more direction."

"I already have a direction."

"What you have," he says, "is a destination without a journey. Allow me to try a little meditative technique, to help clear your troubled mind. If I help you out here and you want to go back to your seat and on your own personal course, then we will not have to speak any more. Need I remind you that you're the one who came in here seeking to talk to us?"

She grumbles, but relents, "Alright, what do I do now, strip down to my birthday suit and a blindfold?"

He laughs. "Not unless you want to. If you wish it, I shall remain fully clothed, as well.

"Yes, please." She responds. "And you'd better not ask me for my email. I don't want to subscribe to your fetish newsletter."

Just close your eyes and hold out your hands," he says.

Arya does so, and soon, she can feel the pads of his fingers and palm trace along her own fingers. His voice coming to her in a gentle whisper. "Relax... and let your mind accept my words. I want you to go back to a place where you feel safe...

Arya lays upon her bed at the village, the sun making its way through the window. She stirs, yawning loud as she awakens. When she moves her hand to scratch at her side, she feels the furred arm draped over her. She blinks and turns around, laying side-by-side with-

"Jay!?" she gasps.

"Hey, beautiful" Jay says, pushing himself closer to her. The feeling of his fur against her bare scales sends a nostalgic tremor up along her body. "That was better than when you had your blond suit on."

Arya's muscles contract, and she realizes that she has him all wrapped up around her tail. "I... I suppose so," she says. "Gods, I've missed you." She nuzzles up against him and the rat returns the favor, hushing her.

"Missed me, or my package?" He jokes. "After all, you worked so hard to steal it from me"

"Oh, ha, ha!" she laughs, pulling him in closer, their mouths pressing together in a quick kiss. "I miss your sense of humor."

"How about my cousin?" he asks, his whiskers flicking as they brush against her scales.

"H-hardly a time to be talking about Uma, don't you think?" she asks.

"Don't think I didn't read that plan you had set up if things didn't go well our first meeting. 'Possible candidate for seduction tactics,' if I remember the report correctly."

"T-That's just business," she says. "If you think I'd wake up next to her, you're sorely mistaken"

"Straight as an arrow, eh, Arya?"

"Well, I mean... sometimes I've wondered," she admits. "But it's not like I'd actually try it. You're the first person I've really... had this kind of relationship with."

"Does it bother you that you're not my first?" he replies, his hands moving down under the sheets, fingers stroking along her tail.

"Gods, no..." she says, tilting her neck back. His mouth travelers up along that neck, planting delicate kisses upon there.

"She needs you more than I do," he says, "and neither you or I can help her out. You have friends, Arya... listen to them."

"What...?" she blinks, weary, despite her sleep.

"Your path should be clear, love," Jay says. "You need to accept that you have friends and that you can't do this all alone. Without me, Uma has no one. And you aren't powerful enough to take on your Uncle alone. You need friends, Arya, friends who can help her, and can help you, because I can't anymore.

"No..." she holds him close, her hands pressing against his naked back, her tongue flickering out, but even as she tries to feel his fur, experience his warmth, smell his scent, he fades away.

She jumps, glancing around the room. Mauruvius sits back against his seat, reading once more through his book. Mia, meanwhile, snores on her seat, leaning back, her outfit disheveled and half buttoned up.

"The hell...?"

"Ah, welcome back to the waking world. Tell me, how was your spirit journey?"

"My, what...? What mumbo are you pe-"

He holds his hand up, marks his book, and puts it away. "Please, I was only joking. You took to the meditation so well, that you fell right to sleep. I'd say you needed it, too--probably more than my sister."

Arya rubs her head, trying to recall. "I, I guess trying to think this all through on a tired mind is all sorts of stupid. Look-this group of yours, it's all..." she rolls her finger in the air, searching for a word, "...hoity toity, and I got no money to pay dues or whatever."

"Our offer to help you has no monetary compensation," He says. "I assure you, we want to see you thrive as a friendly gesture."

"Friends, you say..." Arya says, brushing her fingers over her neck where a slight tickle ghosts its way through her. "You know what? Sure. As long as things are friendly, I can give it a shot."

"Excellent," Mauruvius says, standing up. "We're about to make our stop."