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[chromosomes]

Well.

[ Well indeed. The Red Hand's plan didn't quite go as they wanted, but the Void didn't kill them all. That's something, right?

Of course, John doesn't say that, or much else that he's thinking about the battle or the Gem or the far worlds. He just shakes his head a little. ]

If anyone's ended up somewhere and has a hell of a long trip to get where they actually want to be, I might be able to play taxi for a while. I fully intend on checking all these new -- to us, at least -- places out, so I might as well be useful while I'm at it.

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[brainiest]

I'm sure they are.

[ The way she feels about Harry, about Linn, is twisted and strange inside of her, but she can push it to one side and ignore it for now, leaning up into her father's touch and breathing out. Even the canine aspects don't stop her or give her pause; she knows what and who he is, without question. ]

And so will we, right? We're here together. Our family.

[ A tiny, strong little family. ]

[chromosomes]

[ Strange, but perhaps time and distance will help. John hopes it does, at least. ]

We are.

[ Unbroken by the change of time, the fall through worlds. ]

You're not hurt?

[brainiest]

[ Maybe it'll all be okay then. Maybe everything will be okay. ]

I'm alright. Just - tired, I think.

[ Tilting her head, she lets her eyes flick over him. ]

I saw so many things in that mountain. It was amazing, but terrible too.

[chromosomes]

A nap does sound like a hell of a good idea.

[ He exhales, stirring up some of her hair. ]

I honestly didn't pay too much attention, but I had a shard in my mouth.

[brainiest]

Are you going to nap with me?

[ Not that he needs to, but they can be wolf-and-lion and not let the world bother them at all.

... Even if she does laugh, tilting her head up. ]

Of course you had a shard in your mouth. Nothing normal ever happens to us, does it?

[chromosomes]

I can. Going to kick me if I snore?

[ John snorts. ]

I don't think anything normal ever happens here. But in my defense, wolves don't have pockets.

[brainiest]

I wouldn't. I'd just shove you out of bed.

[ She laughs, softly, biting back her grin. ]

No, they don't, but you have me.

[chromosomes]

That's rude, you know.

[ But he laughs too. ]

You're not a pocket.

[ #DADJOKES ]

[brainiest]

It's not rude! It's practical.

[ For sleep. Right?

At least the ridiculous joke makes her giggle, leaning against John. ]

But I have enough bags and chests to be a walking pocket these days.

[chromosomes]

Well, that's true. Though they were trying to escape all of those things; you wouldn't want a shard-shaped hole in your bag.

[ Though you could very fashionably patch it. ]

[brainiest]

No, that's true. I could probably fix it but, you know, who has the time, right?

[ This is so much better. Warm, comfortable - happy. ]