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Humming as Lyra made her way around the house, Rachel nodded in agreement. The flowers in her arm were a beautiful assortment and were incredibly fragrant and aromatic. They were nothing short of breathtaking.

Smiling, she chuckled. "Too bad I'm not much of a green thumb myself, otherwise I'd offer to help."

“It’s like it never changed.” Rachel mused wistfully, passing by the cottage and taking in a deep sigh, smiling.

“Magical, yes?” Lyra walked around the side of the house. A basket of new flowers to be planted in her arms.

“Though she does need a bit of tending to.” The woman’s eyes sparkled playfully. It was good to see her old friend again.

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Done and done. As long as Hank needed to recover, Rachel would be there with him every step of the way. God, Connor's gonna have his work cut out for him...hope he's ready to deal with Gavin's bitching and moaning without us. Or, maybe in some twist of fate, they might just be able to find a way to get along.

What a miracle that would be.

Taking the paper from Dr. Rowan, Rachel raised her eyebrow at her before the doctor explained herself. She'd been in the hospital a few times during the line of duty, so the hospital had her medical records and likely knew about her prosthetic. It was nice that in this day and age, those were much easier to make.

Giving these to Bianca would make her job a lot easier, if she was up for it. She didn't work for CyberLife, anymore, but if she was up for it, at least she wouldn't be working from scratch, this time.

Nodding at the doctor, Rachel sighed. "Thanks, Doc. I'll make sure we both take care of ourselves during this...adjustment period." This was going to be hard for the both of them, for Hank who had to suffer this for the very first time, and for Rachel to relive it all over again as an outside observer.

This wasn't going to be easy...but it was necessary for them to have each other's backs.

Just like always. "How long is he gonna have to stay here?"

Mentally stable? Who the fuck was mentally stable? No one in this god damn room. Fucking doctor acting like this was fucking normal. His kid and him freaking out because a god damn explosion Al it’s killed them! Everything was fucking wrong.

His eyes clenched. The burning was maddening. Even after hearing the doc say they were done it still burned. The nurses left. Only Dr. Rowan remained. Rachel’s swaying had kept him distracted enough. The meds doping him up. He was tired. So fucking tired.

“Think I’ll need more than a week, kid.” He muttered. The anger had been drained from him finally. Now… well. He felt nothing. Tired.

“Miss?” Dr. Rowan stepped next to Rachel and handed her a piece of paper. Measurements already written on it.

“I’m aware of your work.” She said softly as she watched her patient slowly pass out. “These are his current measurements. I’m sure you’ll gather new ones after he’s healed but this can at least give you a base line.” She smiled kindly. From her observations they both were going to need something to keep their minds busy after this.

“I’ll speak with you Captain. You’re both being pull from duty until I deem you fit to return.”

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"To be completely fair, I wouldn't have survived this long if I wasn't crazy. You kinda need to be to have made it out of what I did still somewhat mentally stable, ironically." Rachel joked, hoping that her candid, but still normal attitude would help Hank calm down from this. Though, she knew the attempt would be in vain. He was still trying to be brave for her, and that was all she could ask from him.

After all, she was trying to do the same. She'd be a liar if she acted like this was easy just because he was in the same boat as her, now, but having gone through it didn't make it easy at all.

It just took a long time to get used to the new normal.

She gently patted his hand as they continued to work to prepare his arm - or what was left of it - for what would come next. "You're being really brave, Hank...I swear, after all of this, we're taking the week off and doing whatever we want. After this, I think we deserve a week-long indulgence."

And maybe...she could brainstorm some options for Hank. Maybe give Bianca a call about him, if she had the time for it.

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Clinging desperately to the side of the cliff after shouting as loud as she could, she whimpered as the material of it started to feel loose in her hands and under her feet. Her heart was beating rapidly out of her chest, feeling the adrenaline steal away her breaths as she failed to remain calm. She could feel it. She was going to die here and no one would know what happened to her all because she misstepped.

What a pathetic way to die…

But it was then that a voice drew her attention. Soft, unfamiliar, and bizarrely, right next to her. And when she looked over, she was astonished by the sight of what appeared to be a very pale man with blond hair - very unlike what she expected to find in the jungle - peering at her curiously.

And when her eyes trailed up, Rachel’s expression grew into one of equal parts awe and the slow realization of horror. Whatever this creature was, it wasn’t human and there was a non-zero chance that she was about to be its next meal.

Or she was hallucinating out of stress, somehow. Either way, the unsteadiness she was digging into gave her few options to protest. Breathing rapidly and screwing her eyes shut to not look down, Rachel whimpered. “P-please help me…I don’t wanna die, yet…I-I’m stuck.”

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How the fuck did she get here? How did she manage to not only find her way into the jungle, but how did she managed to fall down a ravine, slip into a cliff, and remain clinging for dear life to the lip of it to prevent plunging to her certain death? This was not what she had in mind when it came to vacationing, but she was here, now. No one was anywhere nearby, so nobody was here to save her. But she wasn't in a position where she could get herself out. She was...really and truly fucked, wasn't she...? Well, if she was fucked, it was either die here or die later. At least she could try to get help...wherever it might be. It wasn't any more crazy than any other ideas that she could have, right now. "HELP!" Rachel cried, claws dug into the loose earth of the cliff as she plastered herself against it tightly, terrified to even move out of fear of falling to her death. "SOMEBODY HELP! I CAN'T CLIMB BACK UP! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!"

All the naga had ever known was that there were two types of creatures. There were the prey creatures that lived in the jungle and provided food, and there were the intelligent creatures, which consisted of himself and his sister. None of the prey creatures could speak. Only Alma and his sister, Arda were capable of spoken language.

So, imagine his surprise when Alma heard a voice that was not his sister's or even his own, calling for help. No other creature could speak as far as Alma knew. So, he tried to rationalize, it must be his sister, even though it didn't sound like her. And if she was calling for help, she must be in danger.

Quickly, the massive serpentine creature slithered towards the source of the noise, only to be surprised once again when the voice was not coming from Arda, but from a kind of creature he'd never seen before. It looked similar to him and his sister, but like it's tail had been cropped and split into two legs. It's coloring was different as well.

But it was intelligent. At least enough to be able to speak, which was far more than any other creature he'd come across in the jungle. Curious, but cautious, Alma slithered closer, careful not to fall like this strange being obviously had. When he reached the ledge, he slowly peeked over the side, looking down at her (he assumed it was female, judging by the anatomy he could see. It was wearing some sort of garments over it's skin though, so it was difficult for the naga to tell).

After looking at her for a bit, he finally decided she was not a threat and indeed needed help. "Are you stuck?" he asked, deciding that the plethora of other questions he had bubbling up in his mind like a pot about to boil over, could simmer a little bit longer, until she was safe.

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The emphasis on their teeth was telling and Rachel could infer quite a bit. If other species interpret their mouths terrifying because of their bared teeth, then they either had long sharp fangs or lacked lips, which left little room for visible emoting or smiling. Granted, in some species, a smile in and of itself could be interpreted as a threat.

But Rachel was not just 'some species.' She was Rachel, and she wasn't afraid of teeth. "I doubt you'll scare me." She tried to assure Alma, hand running over the smooth material of his visor. "Not if it's you."

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Reaching her hands out, the much smaller woman gently puts them on the alien’s visor, taking note of the smooth and almost rubbery texture of it. Her hand drifted down to his jawline, gently cradling his face. “Is this your face?” Rachel asked Alma.

Her touch is so soft, hands small and delicate as she traces the smooth surface of his visor. "No," his voice crackles over the bluetooth speaker in the room, set aside on the coffee table. "It is a visor. My species found that many other species find our mouths to be frightening. They mistake our mouth's bared teeth as a sign of hostility. But we have no lips. We cannot help it. So, we hide our mouths behind visors, as not to frighten others," he explained.

Hesitantly, he continued. "If you are curious to see, I can remove my visor. I just do not want to scare you." He knew Rachel was brave, after all, she hadn't run when she'd seen him, or attacked like the other humans he came across when he first landed. She was kind and helped him. And by now she knew that he wasn't going to hurt her. Still, he didn't want to do anything to frighten her. But she was curious, like him, so if she wanted to see, he would show her.

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She certainly didn't disagree with Alma. For as much as humans could disappoint her much of the time, Rachel kept her faith and belief in the beauty of humanity alive. They were marvelous creatures, at least she thought so, and she was glad that of all the things that Alma learned about humanity, it was that they are incredible creatures.

But when he started to compliment her...she didn't really know what to make of it. It was nice to be recognized - to be seen - but she didn't know how to take it. "Integrity is important to me...we are who we choose to be, and I choose to be kind and I choose to care. That's all there is to it."

Trailing off, she shook her head, sighing. "Not a lot of people believe in choice. Most people think it's either nature or nurture, but choice matters a lot, too. Most people don't think that it does...but it does."

"Well," Alma started tentatively, "you are human. Humans are marvelous creatures, intelligent, capable of both great good and great harm, but given the autonomy to choose between the two. You have creative minds and nearly unbreakable spirits. You follow your dreams and make the world a better place for it. I find humans quite fascinating. Sometimes I envy them," he admits with a soft voice.

"Then there is the matter of you as an unique individual," he continues. "I have never known a human more brave or compassionate than you. You do difficult things all to protect others. You endure bad things and still persevere as an authentic and kind person. Because you care. I find that to be quite a marvel. Many others would give up. But you never do."

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"Fascinating..." Rachel muttered, hands resting on his shoulders as she idly scanned him up and down, eyebrows raised. Alma was indeed a very special person in a large plethora of ways.

Which was why his reply was so surprising and caused her to flick her gaze back up at his, the woman tilting her head. "Am I? How so?"

Alma nodded his head at her questions. "Yes. That's correct. Granted, my blood has nanite machines in it as well, so it is also a mix of organic and computer," he explained. But overall, he was physically more human than computer. But it was his brain, the most important part of him, what made him, him, that was computer. His bones and teeth were also made of a metal, as well as his nervous system being integrated with computer technology. It was very complex and hard to explain though.

"My nervous system is integrated with both organic and computer components, so it's difficult to say where one ends and the other begins. They work together as one." He did his best to explain it in simple terms. He took Rachel's comment as a compliment. "I suppose I am," he said with a small smile. "But so are you. Just in a different way."

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The offer was certainly tempting, and she'd be lying if a good meal with some good company didn't sound enticing. It was nice to make conversation with the good folks of this city, unconventional though that was for an officer of the law. They mostly just did their jobs and then mingled once their badges were hung up, but Rachel saw the job as more than just a badge.

After all, if these people were the ones who were being governed under the law, than the arm of it should be protecting the people under it. And you'll generally be better at protecting people if you knew them, or at least treated them with respect.

It wasn't as easy to turn a blind eye and submit to human survivalist apathy if there was an emotional investment, after all. And that wasn't difficult for someone like Rachel with as tender a heart as she had. It wasn't uncommon for the more macho officers to say her heart was too soft for this to be shut up the moment actual trouble reared its head and the saw how little nonsense she put up with when the lives and safety of Detroit's citizens were on the line.

The deputy may be soft, kind, and deeply compassionate and inclined towards empathy, but she was anything but weak. Everyone who ever mistook her as such quickly regretted that mistake. "That's quite kind o' you, Six. I was plannin' on maybe rustling up some grits or score up some fresh venison from the local butcher to fry up, but I've always said a meal is best enjoyed in good company." Rachel replied, deciding to accept the man's offer for a meal as compensation. She wouldn't dare ask for his money for this, it really was the least of her troubles. "What're you offerin, if y' don't mind my askin'?"

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Following with her head bowed in submission, not daring to raise it to stand above the alpha nor her son, Rachel kept close to Alma as she was led through the woods. This area...it wasn't an area that was commonly targeted, but that would only be a matter of time. If this pack was commonly sheltering here, then it might be worth warning them once day broke and they shifted back to human appearances.

But it wasn't a target yet. She just knew that the hunger of the Golden One was an unending one and nothing would ever satisfy him. So, there was no such thing as a truly safe haven. She knew that.

The hollow stood out to her, the tree large and undoubtedly older than the others. There was enough space for all of them within the hollow, and the other two wolves in the den were donned with the same silvery pelts as their alpha.

So this alpha was a lone alpha with three wolves under her...at least they were all adults, but that couldn't be easy. Rachel would have to do something to repay the kindness and hospitality shown to her.

Once Alma padded in and laid down beside his sister, Rachel chose a spot in the hollow closest to the entrance while remaining hidden. She laid in such a way that her nose would be able to catch any wayward scents that would come their way and her ears would be able to catch any echoes that bounced inside the hollow.

After all, the alpha's job was to protect the pack and doing that alone was tough. Rachel could at least grant her a little bit of mercy by helping do the same by acting as an idle scout during the night.

Her dark pelt blended in perfectly within the darkness, once her bright amber eyes shut in contrast to the silvery ghosts that haunted the hollow beside her.

She waited until the rest of them were asleep before letting herself do the same, the murmurs of nightfall sing her to sleep and carry her dreams until the inevitable sunrise.

When the dark wolf realized what was going on and started following, Gayle turned around and started back towards the den, passing her son to lead. Alma quickly fell in step behind her, but wagged his tail happily knowing that his new friend would be joining them. His mother must have been pretty impressed not to instantly drive her off. Leading another wolf to the den was unheard of.

Winding through the forest, eventually they came to the tree that formed a hollow cave under it's roots, where Gayle had made it their home on full moons. Abel and Arda were still fast asleep in the den. Gayle stood outside of it and gave a small nod of her head towards the entrance, indicating that Alma and his new friend should go inside. She was inviting Rachel to stay the night.

Alma quickly slipped into the alcove and circled the ground a few times next to Arda before laying down next to her. However, his ears remained perked up and he watched closely for his new friend. Gayle made sure she would make it inside safely.

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Blinking, her eyes widened a bit in amazement. "So, it really is like...meat and flesh in there. Blood and guts." She knew that Alma's status as a synthetic meant he was both organic and machine, but the lengths to what that actually meant in a practical sense never ceased to utterly astound her.

The minds behind Alma must feel pretty smug about themselves. "I wonder how that works...having, like...actual nerve endings without having an organic brain. Where the connections sync up between the flesh and the computer. How that all connects and interacts with each other...you really are a marvel."

Alma didn't attempt to speak again until she was done looking, knowing it would be hard for her to understand him. When she finished, he looks at her sheepishly. "That's because it is a muscle. It's one of the organic parts of me. My teeth are made of titanium though. Yes, the same as implants," he informs her. "But my tongue is realistic because it is real. Just like yours."

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"Just curious is all." She replied as if this was the most normal thing in the world. Though, Alma was used to her oddities, so this wasn't really that strange for their relationship. She peered inside at his pearly whites, tilting her head. "Fascinating...your tongue is very realistic and moves like a muscle. I'm guessing that the material they use for your teeth is similar to the material dentists use for implants and such."

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"Open up" - to Alma from Rachel >:3

"Wha- aaaaah?!" When Rachel said open up, he didn't realize she meant his mouth, but soon her fingers were in it and he was forced to keep it open just to keep from biting her. "Wha' a' 'ou 'ooin'?" He attempted to ask with his mouth open what she was doing. It was very difficult to talk like this.

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Maintaining her submissive behaviour while making her intention to protect and keep Alma safe. She did not flinch nor cower in the presence of the alpha, nor did she make any indication of a challenge to her authority. Rachel allowed the older werewolf to scent her before she simply walked past her, grabbing Alma by the scruff of his neck and dragging him away.

Rachel couldn't help but snort a bit in amusement. Her older sister used to do that, too.

As they began to walk away, the alpha wolf stopped and looked at Rachel while her son took a moment to realized she wasn't following him. When their eyes met once more, Alma's tail began to wag.

When the alpha did not move, Rachel realized she was expected to follow. She couldn't contain the hope she felt, her tail wagging rapidly as she ducked her head and walked to follow the alpha, a cheerful trot in her step as she realized she was being tentatively accepted. Even if it was just to determine if she could be trusted.

That was fine by her. Rachel knew she was trustworthy and she knew she would prove it. And she was glad to be able to spend some more time with Alma.

Alma was surprised when the dark furred wolf pressed her head under his chin to protect his throat. She had no reason to protect someone she barely knew, and yet she was ready to do so. Her body language was submissive but still protective. It seemed Alma wasn't the only one surprised by this, because his mother suddenly stopped growling and her ears pressed downwards slightly, her head raising up and her posture relaxing.

Gayle approached with her head held high with authority, but no longer threatening. She sniffed at the other female wolf, then stood back and sized her up, as if mulling over whether she was worth the time of day or not.

Her conclusion was a mystery to Alma, as instead of doing anything with the other wolf, his mother bypassed her altogether and put her mouth on the scruff of his neck, pulling him away from her as if he were a puppy she was taking back to the den. This was a bit embarrassing for Alma, as he was a full grown adult werewolf, but he got the message and quickly fell into step beside his mother so she would stop pulling him by the scruff.

It was time to go.

Alma made it a few steps in front of his mother before he realized she'd stopped and turned back towards the other wolf. She was waiting for his new friend to follow. Alma's ears perked up and his tail started wagging a bit. This was good. It meant his mother was at least not hostile towards the dark furred wolf. Perhaps she would even give her shelter for the night in their den.

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Alma's eagerness to play was immediately welcome, Rachel was glad that he was so recipient of her attempts to socialize and he seemed to be a good sport. Did he have siblings? Was he the oldest? Her older sister used to pretend to lose when she was little so that she would learn important skills from their play fights and to not pick on her.

Or was Alma perhaps a younger sibling in a pack where the dynamic was dictated by the strongest and he opted to be more submissive when interacting with a new wolf? Had she been a threat, she hoped he was more aggressive and cautious. He seemed to have a good sense of it when he met her, so she had no reason to believe he wouldn't defend himself if a threat made itself known to him. But she was glad that he didn't mistake her for one.

Once playtime was over, Alma flipping over and standing at attention, Rachel's attention was drawn to the much larger wolf, the female growling threateningly. There was no question - this wolf was Alma's alpha. Though, the absence of the other half to her pair was telling. Either the male alpha was gone or he was chased out, and if it was the latter, it would make sense why she was so protective of her son.

Bowing her head, but keeping her posture, ears, and tail relaxed, Rachel whined to show submission to the alpha. She did not want to come off as a threat and she wanted to show respect. When Alma put himself between them, Rachel instinctively pressed her head underneath his chin, protecting his most vital area from attack.

Even though she had no reason to believe that the alpha would harm her son, Rachel had seen enough violence from the Golden Wolf to know not to underestimate any wolf in a position of power over others. Even in a small pack made of immediate family, like they typically were.

Or, at least were supposed to be, so to speak.

When the other wolf yipped, Alma was afraid he'd hurt her at first. But it quickly registered as a playful sound as she started bapping at him as well. His mouth fell open into a happy canine grin and he panted until she jumped to tackle him. Despite the gentleness of her play attack, Alma rolled over onto his back anyways, exposing his belly. A show of trust and vulnerability.

As she nibbled on his ear, he pawed at her, kicking his feet in the air in a fake attempt to get her off of him. Then he opened his mouth and bit the air around her face as if snapping at her, but far less aggressively.Basically he was putting on a show of fighting her off, but eventually giving in with the werewolf equivalent of "Oh, darn, you got me."

However, all the play went out of him when a commanding bark came from the treeline. He recognized it instantly as his mother's. Quickly, Alma rolled back onto his feet and shook off the snow before bowing his head and tucking his tail between his legs, facing the direction the bark came from. His mother stood just in the shadows, growling menacingly at the other wolf Alma had been playing with. However, despite his submissive posture, Alma stepped protectively in front of his new friend, creating a barrier between her and his mother.

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