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[Action -> Written on the 18th]

[After a conversation with Buffy, Katie's on the hunt. This week, anywhere between the 14th to the 18th, she's looking for a man with red skin who may or may not be incredibly old (by her own thoughts on the matter) but she's reliably informed he might be able to help her.

That's not gonna work out so well, mind. But such is life. On the 18th, she hunts through town as a kitten, because by this time she's getting too much attention. That, and asking fellow cats for possible directions is less attention-getting when you're a cat yourself. 8|

In the end, though, she has no luck. So loathe as she is to use her journal, she tries asking outright on the journals; written and hopefully as anonymous as possible.]

[Written]

Dear John with the red skin,

Can I have my magic back, please?

[Seems legit.]

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[Katie frowns. And then frowns again, jumping to the worst conclusion.]

Are you afraid I'll infect you when I come back?

Oh -- goodness, no, that's not it at all. You might be too weak to get back out on your own - when he finishes, he tends to drop people back off inside the the tunnel, and you'll be very tired and groggy. I just don't want you to be all alone when that happens.

{Tired and groggy and she won't remember who she is. She relaxes, though, because she believes Raine, and it's a relief to hear that. She looks down at her fingers.]

It's probably quite safe to wait for me there.

I would choose to wait even if it wasn't.

[...Raine ;w;]

But what if you drown?

Your safety is more important than my fear, and... it won't catch me by surprise this time.

[Your fear can kill you around a changeling; Katie knows that. But she can't bring herself to say it, because Raine has touched on the one spot of comfort she needs right now. Her fingers curl into the fabric of her pinafore.]

I won't let you. Drown. I promise.

I believe you. We'll get through it together, all right?

All right.

[It seems to be a good time to seal the deal with a fresh-bakery muffin offering. So she'll hold it out to her.]

[That at least brings the smile back to Katie's face, though it's small, and she holds out her hands to take the muffin.] Thank you. I hate muffins.

I was counting on that. Now don't eat up.

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