can’t find the way cause the way is gone
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So she was thrown out of her pack and abandoned. Made sense to him; he would have asked for an explanation, of course, had she not jumped the gun and gone ahead and showed him. She shifted to the same form as he, two legged and no longer the feral-like burden they were supposed to be. No alarm crossed his face (other than mild surprise that she'd just shifted right in front of him, out of the blue), but his green eye affixed on her a little more gently, sympathizing with that kind of pain. He'd been shunned for his handicaps and such before. He'd never been thrown out of a comfort zone like a pack, though. There was absolutely nothing wrong with her, in his eye(s).


Jefferson recognized something deeper within the surface, especially when she admitted her parents' superstition. He recognized that look in her eyes--something tragic had happened, he could easily assume what--but his reasonings and musing were left unsaid. Elain could admit what she wanted when she needed to, and there was no rush until then. "I understand," he smiled gently, nodding his head. "It's not a curse. Nothing like that. Probably a good thing you ended up here... we're all alike. Use that to your advantage." Don't lose a leg and have to shift out of your four-footed form in order to walk straight, was what he meant internally. Oh well. "There's room for you here. But what can you offer us?"

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