[ He nods, pondering the couple in question, and the baby--it's been a while since any new kids were born into the pack, and every new faolan was a blessing, out here in the cold. ] It'll be fine.
[ It has to be, comes unspoken. The last thing they need is another complication. They'll have to get moving as soon as possible, and Stiles nods his gratitude at Deaton as he gets up, chewing his bottom lip. ]
You want me to write to Laura? [ His eyebrows go up, though, matching Derek's. ] Are you just saying that because you don't want to deal with her?
[ Stiles has only really spoken to Cora so far, and he's a little scared of Laura, to be honest. Some of the stories Derek tells about her are terrifying. ] Alri-iight, but if she says no, that's so on you.
I want you to write Laura. [ Derek's blatantly amused at his reaction, but just shifts to get back up to his feet. Rather than picking Stiles up and righting him to his feet, he just adjusts his grip on where they're holding hands and waits for him to brace himself. ]
You were the one in the encounter, it'd be best if you wrote it. [ He offers him a lopsided quirk of a smile, reassuring and entirely entertained at the same time. ] Also because I don't want to deal with her, and you need to talk to her eventually anyways.
[ Besides, he has a lot of work ahead of him. If they can identify the interloper, they have to decide whether or not they have to send word (and warning) to a family, a group, whatever she belonged to. Arrangements for a burning will have to be made, one which Derek will absolutely not participate in regardless of status. ]
That's what I thought. [ He makes a little noise, soft and amused, and Stiles squeezes Derek's hand tightly as he pulls himself to his feet, slowly, carefully trying not to stretch his stitches. It's slow going, and when he gets up, he leans into Derek's side, using him as a support. ]
But I can do that, I guess. [ He'll have to be formal, something he hasn't really managed in letters to Cora. Great. ] I faced down a huntress today, what's another faoladh, right?
I want to lay down somewhere that doesn't smell like weird herbs. [ A beat to look back at Deaton. ] No offense, dude. [ But then he turns back to Derek, a little, lopsided smile of his own on his face. ]
Lay down and like pretend this was all just a really trippy dream.
[ Reaching his free hand out to curl around Stiles' shoulder as he works to ease him back up to his feet, Derek practically conforms to his shape as he leans into his side. They already fit together so well, making it fairly easy, but this is an attempt to warm and protect where he couldn't before. ]
Laura will like you. You'll like Laura. It'll be fine. [ He noses at Stiles' temple a little, trying to keep back a snort as Deaton just lets out an amused hum in response to his pseudo-apology. Honestly he can't blame him, considering how much he hates coming into Deaton's tent, himself. But sometimes, even he's needed it.
Brows raising, he just inclines his head to their healer before giving Stiles a careful nudge. ] Come on, we'll go set you up. You won't have to move at all.
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[ It has to be, comes unspoken. The last thing they need is another complication. They'll have to get moving as soon as possible, and Stiles nods his gratitude at Deaton as he gets up, chewing his bottom lip. ]
You want me to write to Laura? [ His eyebrows go up, though, matching Derek's. ] Are you just saying that because you don't want to deal with her?
[ Stiles has only really spoken to Cora so far, and he's a little scared of Laura, to be honest. Some of the stories Derek tells about her are terrifying. ] Alri-iight, but if she says no, that's so on you.
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You were the one in the encounter, it'd be best if you wrote it. [ He offers him a lopsided quirk of a smile, reassuring and entirely entertained at the same time. ] Also because I don't want to deal with her, and you need to talk to her eventually anyways.
[ Besides, he has a lot of work ahead of him. If they can identify the interloper, they have to decide whether or not they have to send word (and warning) to a family, a group, whatever she belonged to. Arrangements for a burning will have to be made, one which Derek will absolutely not participate in regardless of status. ]
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But I can do that, I guess. [ He'll have to be formal, something he hasn't really managed in letters to Cora. Great. ] I faced down a huntress today, what's another faoladh, right?
I want to lay down somewhere that doesn't smell like weird herbs. [ A beat to look back at Deaton. ] No offense, dude. [ But then he turns back to Derek, a little, lopsided smile of his own on his face. ]
Lay down and like pretend this was all just a really trippy dream.
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Laura will like you. You'll like Laura. It'll be fine. [ He noses at Stiles' temple a little, trying to keep back a snort as Deaton just lets out an amused hum in response to his pseudo-apology. Honestly he can't blame him, considering how much he hates coming into Deaton's tent, himself. But sometimes, even he's needed it.
Brows raising, he just inclines his head to their healer before giving Stiles a careful nudge. ] Come on, we'll go set you up. You won't have to move at all.