TDM #5

[calderaevents]

ARRIVAL

It happens in an instant. A heavy weight in your gut, a trembling of your limbs, the world spins and you barely have time to register that you're falling before you lose consciousness. And when you awaken, it's not where you were last. Dark, unadorned oak walls surround you in a tiny room, the only furniture the bed you are currently resting upon, and the bedside table with a folded piece of parchment resting atop it that simply reads:

“The Tavernkeeper is awaiting your arrival downstairs.”

As you exit you find others like yourself emerging from the surrounding rooms. You are indeed in a tavern, but there is no hustle and bustle one might think to hear in such a place. The only person down on the main floor is a humanoid figure wiping down the bar, who smiles when they see you. They're familiar, but not, and you can't quite place their face. For some reason, however, their presence is comforting and warm.

“Welcome, Visitor. I'm sure you have a lot of questions.”

And you most certainly do.

Due to popular demand, the starter tavern and the drinks provided are available to in game characters via a portal accessible only to those with a faction gem.

DRINK MENU

FLAMEFRUIT SANGRIA a deep red wine based punch with chunks of softly glowing fruit floating in it. A single serving makes you feel relaxed, social, and maybe even a little flirty.

MOLTEN MEAD Though the thick drink itself is room temperature, it bubbles sluggishly, and feels very warm going down. The bold flavor affects your mood. You feel very bold! Like you could do anything!

BESALT BRANDY a hopefully staple drink for the brewery, this liquor is smooth and rich with a peppery bite. Ironically after consuming it, you kinda want to bite someone! Not hard! Just a little nip and nibble!

THAT ASHY ESPRESSO a single potent shot of dark espresso swirled with a gold-tinged cream. Intense and bitter with a hint of caramelized sugar. You are now very awake, hyper, and excited.

PYROCLAST'S WHISKEYa glossy black whiskey that turns a vibrant glowing orange when swirled. You now breathe fire.

EMBERMARK WINE a rich, velvety, spiced wine that immediately makes one feel mellow and calm.

CHOOSE YOUR DESTINY

As the effects of your drink wear off, the Tavernkeeper speaks once more:

”It is time, my friends, for you to find your new homes.”

You are compelled to walk through the only door leading out of the tavern, finding yourself not outside, but in a deep black, seemingly endless room with five portals arranged in a circle. As the last of you leave and the door closes behind you, gone when you look back again and replaced with nothing but that black void, three of the portals illuminate:

The first portal is surrounded by an almost blinding light, prismatic rainbows shining brightly in the dewy air outside of the tavern. A soft breeze may gently caress you, pulling you toward it. The portal seems to lead to a city in the clouds, airships and winged beings of all sorts soaring through the skies. Of the little bits of visible land, much of it boasts giant waterfalls that look like clouds melting into the land below. The portal calls to those who crave independence and freedom; and especially to anyone that wishes to find the strong bond of a family not forged in blood.

The second portal is encircled by a fairy ring of spotted white capped mushrooms, the faint scent of damp stone and rich earth wafting from within the faint green glow. Peering inside, one can see a sprawling harbor city of gray hewn stone, a melting pot of humanoid beings going about their day, and beyond, rolling green farmland and cottages clustered in small villages. This portal is destined for those who crave stability and solid ground beneath their feet. A simple life, an adventurous one, and everything in between can be found within.

The last portal is adorned with shells and seaweed, the glow of blue around it catching on droplets cascading down the circular opening. Beyond it you see a city housed inside a massive bubble deep under the ocean, spiraling towers encrusted with coral, and a variety of different creatures mingling about the streets. Outside of that bubble, merfolk swim, a massive squid engulfs the view from the portal as it smoothly glides through the water, and schools of fish disperse as it passes. A sanctuary in the sea that calls to those with a hunger for knowledge and a desire to aid those in need. Or perhaps it is the mystery that beckons you - the lure of the unknown in the depths that bids you explore it.

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Upon following the pull of the breeze through the first portal, you are thrust into the beauty of a lively city that goes by the name of Heaven's Bow. Much of this main city feels exactly as you would expect on a city below, but there are clouds surrounding every direction you look. The walls of buildings are made with light-colored limestone, and buildings are generally built up to heights made even more grandiose by their position in the sky.

The Skyfall Docks are the first thing you notice, boasting hundreds of airships sailing in and out across the clouds with shouts that accompany a typical port city. Just outside is a fantastic market with goods not only from the other regions of Caldera, but from what some shopkeepers claim are other worlds--items sold or left behind by Visitors. Almost anything can be found in the markets if one is willing to look hard enough. Transport to other locations throughout the sky and even to the land or sea can be found here.

If the docks are too lively for you, you may instead find yourself roaming the underbelly of Heaven's Bow and finding brothels and gambling parlors filled with the promise of pleasure and fortune. The guild house for the Sylphs can be found here as well, giving out quests and training to prospective adventurers and guards alike--though none of them seem concerned with the illicit activities that surround them. Perhaps the freedom the Sylphs boast of extends to what others may deem an undesirable activity.

But most curious of all, you find a shimmering opal gemstone in your hand. When placed anywhere on the body, it will transform into a piece of jewelry with the gemstone set in the center.

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If it was the second portal that called to you, you will find yourself in the busy city of Grey Ward, with its cobblestone streets and sturdy grey stone buildings. You are in the heart of the city, the Glass Market, so named for the colorful stained glass windows of the surrounding buildings. The scent of cooking food and the sound of barkers fills the air; watchful guards keep an eye out for pickpockets and thieves, and citizens go about their day. From here, one can investigate the rest of the city: the Sundown Docks, where both sea and sky faring skips transport people and goods. The Soot Spire, home of inventors and engineers. The Hearthstill, the main residential area. The Downs, a smaller residential area for those with less means.

Outside the city walls, one can explore acres of farmlands to the east and west, or follow Terra’s Pass to the less settled areas, but take care. Past the Skyward Range, out in the smaller burrows and villages, the influence of the city guard diminishes quickly, and you’ll have to keep your wits about you. Bandits along the road are always a risk, and the wildlife are less controlled by regimented hunting.

In your hand is a gemstone, a brilliantly green emerald that, when placed anywhere on the body, will transform into a piece of jewelry with the gemstone set in the center.

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If the last portal beckoned you through it, you find yourself within that bubble covered city beneath the sea, the city of Salt Spire. Your ears pop with the change in pressure, and the smell of the salty sea fills your nostrils. All around you buildings made of dark stone encrusted with coral and seagrass tower high above your head, the backdrop outside the dome a deep blue, seemingly endless sea filled with fish and merfolk and all other manner of creature swimming through the water. You stand in the heart of it all, surrounded by people with gils on their necks and scales upon their vibrantly colored skin, all of whom seem intrigued by your arrival. You have many options of where to visit in the city under the sea, but where oh where will you go first?

The Salt Spire Library is right before you, an impossibly large building housing thousands upon thousands of books of all genres. Fiction, non-fiction, romance and mystery and all between. You may even find books from your world and others! Oddly enough though, no Calderan history books are to be found, and if you ask for them, the librarians and locals all choose to ignore your questions.

If scholarly pursuits aren't to your interest currently, perhaps a trip to Bluetide Market would be more your style? The marketplace is host to every manner of shop one might ever need: artisans of all varieties, apothecaries and healers in the Shimmer Quarter, the most in fashion undersea clothing shops, food stalls, and all between can be found in Bluetide. There are also the Tideshore and Fogbottom docks on either end of the city. The former allows transport to the surface via large, magical bubbles for those that cannot hold their breath or make the swim themselves yet. The latter allows people to venture further into the sea. Those without their underwater abilities are offered rebreathers for travel that last for four hours before needing to be replaced.

In your hand is a gemstone, a shining sapphire that, when placed anywhere on the body, will transform into a piece of jewelry with the gemstone set in the center.

IGNACIA'S CRADLE/EMBER VEIL

Months ago, a piece of land from Heaven’s Bow fell from the sky and scarred the land below, damaging a part of the city. From that chaos and ruin rose new life, a new ruler, and a new city: Ignacia’s Cradle. Just a short walk from the edge of Grey Ward, the gates of the city are guarded by two massive obsidian golems, and any who did not rise from the lava itself are warned at the entrance that to travel about the city will be most difficult, unless they have obtained a way to mitigate the extreme heat: be that with a charm, an ability, or a potion. The very streets themselves are paved in slabs of volcanic rock, tall spires of buildings constructed and shaped by rapidly cooled lava. The main method of travel are the mine carts, with tracks that wind through the spires ready to take one to almost any location.

Currently, the main feature of Ignacia’s Cradle is the Lava Flats, home of skilled smiths that use the extreme heat of the lava to melt the strongest metals and create unbreakable weapons, glassmakers and jewelers who fashion elaborate headpieces, rings, and amulets. These items are sold at the Ember Market on the outskirts of the Flats.

At the edge of the city lies the Ashfall Terrace, where a small farm using the rich volcanic ash and soil is in its infancy, as well as the Basalt Brewery where clever alchemists are researching ways to use the extreme heat to craft new and unique beverages that they are eager to find folk to test them out on.

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The hot spring of Ignacia’s Cradle is a breathtaking anomaly located just beyond the Ashfall Terrace, tucked into a secluded crater formed by the celestial impact that gave rise to the city. Here, molten veins from the Lava Flats weave beneath the earth, heating a natural reservoir that bubbled to life amidst the chaos. The spring’s waters shimmer with an ethereal brilliance, hues of deep turquoise blending with molten gold and fiery orange, as though Heaven’s Bow itself left behind a fragment of its essence. Steam rises in curling wisps, carrying the tang of minerals and faint traces of sulfur.

The spring, known to locals as The Ember Veil, is both a sanctuary and a marvel of natural wonder. Its soothing waters are reputed to heal wounds and fortify the spirit, with the temperature kept in perfect balance by an intricate system of naturally formed vents and channels. The edges are lined with intricately carved obsidian benches, where patrons can soak their feet or meditate in the rising steam. Plants resistant to the intense conditions—vivid fire lilies and ash ferns—dot the perimeter, their resilience a symbol of life’s ability to flourish even in the harshest environments.

Sometimes, when two or more individuals share the waters, the spring creates a subtle connection between their minds, allowing memories to surface like ripples on its surface. These shared memories appear as glowing, translucent scenes that hover above the water, visible to all within the spring. Participants can relive moments from their lives, experiencing them through each other’s eyes, fostering profound empathy and understanding.

Another of the spring’s mystical properties occurs when bathers who enter the waters feeling drained, injured, or burdened by grief often find their vitality restored. The waters seem to draw out negative energies and emotions, replacing them with a warm, invigorating sensation that spreads through the body. In rare instances, the spring has been known to accelerate physical healing, mending minor injuries and soothing chronic aches, as though the magic itself is stitching the body back together.

A lesser-known but equally fascinating effect happens on particularly clear nights, when the moonlight reflects on the spring’s surface, some bathers report fleeting glimpses of potential futures. These visions are often cryptic, appearing as brief, dream-like flashes, but they have guided many to life-changing decisions. The alchemists of the Basalt Brewery believe this effect stems from residual cosmic energy, and they have begun experimenting with enhancing it through the addition of rare minerals and lunar elixirs.

RADIANT SUN

The day begins like no other, with the skies painted in hues of golden-pink as the Radiant Sun ascends. Its light spills over the world, warm and soft, caressing the land and filling every heart with a sense of peace. Beneath its glow, emotions of love and connection bloom like never before. Strangers exchange heartfelt smiles, old friends embrace as though no time has passed, and lovers find their feelings deepened, their bonds strengthened.

Even the air feels different—lighter, sweeter, as though the universe itself is celebrating. The songs of birds harmonize with the melodies of impromptu musicians who feel inspired by the sun’s radiance. Those with magical abilities sense their powers of healing and creation magnified, as if the sun itself lends its strength to their intentions. Long-held grudges seem to melt away under the sun’s tender gaze, replaced by tears of reconciliation and words of forgiveness.

The Radiant Sun touches every heart differently:

◾A widow finds peace as memories of her late spouse no longer bring sorrow but gratitude for the love they shared.
◾A timid youth finds the courage to confess their feelings to the person they’ve admired for so long.
◾A gruff warrior lets down their guard, laughing freely with their companions for the first time in years.

For a fleeting moment, the world feels as it should be—unified, harmonious, and drenched in love.

But as the day wanes and the Radiant Sun dips below the horizon, an unease begins to settle...

JEALOUS MOON

The golden light gives way to deep purples and silvers as the Jealous Moon rises, its glow pale and cold. Its light pierces the heart, not to warm it, but to expose the insecurities that lie buried within. Where love had flourished during the day, doubt begins to creep in.

Under the Jealous Moon’s influence, emotions twist and darken:

◾A once-reconciled pair of siblings argue over old grievances, as jealousy over perceived favoritism resurfaces.
◾A couple, who had spent the day lost in each other’s arms, now question each other’s loyalty and intentions.
◾A nobleman, inspired to be generous during the day, grows suspicious of those who received his gifts, fearing they may exploit his kindness.

The air grows heavy with tension, and the magic of the Radiant Sun fades, replaced by the sharp sting of distrust. The moon’s pale light seems to follow people like a judgmental gaze, amplifying every fear, insecurity, and lingering resentment.

Worse still, the night seems endless, as though time itself has bent beneath the weight of the Jealous Moon’s envious glow. For three long days and nights, the moon lingers high in the sky, its pale, piercing light casting a shadow over hearts and minds, amplifying discord and despair. Its power sows strife among even the closest bonds, driving some to dangerous extremes. Yet, when all seems lost, the scholars of the three factions unite their wisdom and uncover a glimmer of hope—a means to dispel the moon’s cruel influence. For those who have not yet succumbed to jealousy’s grip, there remains a chance to reclaim harmony, a chance for redemption before the damage becomes irreversible.

The solution lies not in complex rituals or rare relics but in the simplest and most instinctive actions: physical connection. To weaken the moon’s hold, people must embrace one another—offering a hug, a handshake, or even resting a hand on someone’s shoulder. These gestures of closeness disrupt the isolation and mistrust that the moon thrives upon. Sitting side by side or holding hands creates a barrier against its oppressive light, reminding the afflicted that they are not alone. Even small acts, like sharing warmth through proximity or clasping arms in solidarity, build a shield of connection that the moon cannot penetrate.

As these actions ripple through the night, the Jealous Moon’s light begins to dim, its sharp, cold glow softening until it fades from the sky entirely. The tension in the air lifts, replaced by a quiet calm that feels almost foreign after the chaos of the past three days. Slowly, the world seems to exhale, and the darkness that clung so tightly to the hearts of many begins to loosen its grip. People step back from the brink of despair, their minds clearing as if waking from a long, disorienting dream. Relationships strained by the moon’s influence begin to mend as apologies are exchanged, tears are shed, and bonds are reaffirmed.

ALL IS WELL(?)

With the Radiant Sun rising again, its golden-pink hues spilling across the horizon, life begins to return to normal. The birds resume their morning songs, markets reopen, and the hum of daily activity fills the air once more. Though traces of the moon’s influence linger in whispered memories, there is a collective sense of relief and gratitude among the people—gratitude for the light, for connection, and for a second chance to heal.

In the outskirts of Ignacia's Cradle, Aella and Terra, two of the three leaders of the factions, come together to address the gathered crowds. Together they assure the people that this celestial event was a rare anomaly, something never before recorded in the annals of history. They explain that while the Jealous Moon’s influence was unprecedented and deeply unsettling, it was a unique alignment of cosmic forces that is unlikely to occur again in their lifetimes—or ever.

The leaders thank the people for their resilience and compassion, emphasizing how their acts of unity—simple gestures of closeness and connection—proved stronger than the moon’s envy. They commend the scholars for their quick thinking and the Visitors for their role in guiding others through the chaos. Finally, they urge everyone to move forward, not in fear of what has passed, but with the knowledge that even in the darkest moments, their strength lies in the bonds they share.

QUESTBOARD

Settled in? Good. It's time to make your way to the Questboard located in every city in numerous, easy to access locations. That is, if you want to make any kind of impact on the world or just get some Bones for anything you might wish to purchase. Visitors are given a very small stipend in which to survive every month, but all it does is keep you fed and housed. These quests will assure you greater wealth, and they're the main reason you're here: each finished quest helps the Calderans fix their shattering world.

Quests can be accepted at the questboard via magically signed parchment upon the board. Just sign your name to accept and the paper will be whisked away... somewhere. You're not actually sure. Probably nothing to concern yourself with.

Once quests are completed, earned Bones will be dropped off at the character's residence by Bonita, the mysterious artisan who has supposedly handcrafted every Bone circulating in Caldera. Please do not speak to her, she startles easily.

*February will be the last month to complete quests for this rotation. New ones will go up on March 1st.

OOC NOTES

Welcome to Caldera's fifth TDM! All characters awaken in a strange tavern with nothing save the clothes on their backs, all of their powers stripped, and a piece of parchment directing them downstairs to the Tavernkeeper. There is a thread of all questions answered by the Tavernkeeper here, and if you have more, feel free to ask there for what would be offered ICly.

For OOC questions, please direct themhere.

All locations are available to be explored! Ignacia's Cradle and Ember Veil have been added, along with details about the Violet Drop regarding the Cult of Triton.

The TDM is game canon and all completed quests can be carried over once accepted into the game.

Participation in the Radiant Sun/Jealous Moon effects is not mandatory.

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Jealous Moon~

[causticly]

As Stiles rounds the corner on a street in the Grey Ward he comes to a halt a few feet away, whiskey-brown eyes widening in surprise at the figure in front of him, breath stolen from his lungs and a chest that aches at the sight.

What... how?

It has to be an illusion, he thinks to himself, clenching his eyes shut and shaking his head. There's no way... here? But when he opens his eyes she's still there in front of him.

Allison Argent.

He has half a mind to turn and walk away- run away- get as far away as he can. But he also knows he can't- that he won't. Because it's Allison. And then it makes him wonder which version of Allison this is. Before- when her and Scott were still together, when she fought by their side. Or after- when the Oni ran her through with a sword that would then be meant for him.

Is this where she came when she died? When he killed her? Yes, he knows he didn't physically kill her, but he let the thing in that did, so it's just as much his fault as it is that demon's. Would she hate him? Want revenge? Would she want to take her anger out on him? He'd let her, he thinks. It's the least he deserves.

The name slips off his lips before he can even think better of it, quiet and a little shakey but able to be heard just the same.

"...Allison?"

[proto_alpha]

Danger.

It’s not the same as that instinctive little voice that lives in her head now, this one is all wrong. Sharp and hissing and too soft, too sweet—like Deaton hiding behind the mountain ash barriers in his clinic.

So she turns—and when she sees him, she backpedals with an animal whine of fear.

It’s a gut check, as frightened and alone as she is…but they were getting along before it all fell apart. When his eyes glowed blue, they weren’t as angry, and he even took a swipe at Kira to protect her.

Danger. Danger. Danger.

Maybe it isn’t even the Stiles she’s starting to think of as hers. Maybe it’s the other. But maybe that one would be horrified by her, being a werewolf…

She’s frozen to the spot, features twisted with a mix of fear and frustration as the tears in her eyes spill over again.

“Stiles? A…are you going to hurt me?” She asks, hating how small her voice sounds. She’s an Alpha now, she should be strong…

…but she’s also an Omega, and she’s just…so alone.

[causticly]

He tries not to feel hurt when she backs up after seeing him, it's to be expected, after all. Who wouldn't be wary of seeing their killer again, after all? But still, he reaches out like he wants to stop her, to tell her it's okay, she's okay- but he pauses and drops his hand at the soft, wounded sound she lets out.

The question hits him like a slap to the face, a sword to the chest and he visible flinches and takes a few stumbling steps back as he quickly shakes his head.

"N-No, no, I'm not- I wouldn't-" he chokes out, voice trembling. "I'm better now, I'm not- it's not here anymore. It's gone. It can't hurt you- we killed it, trapped and sealed it. It won't hurt you or anyone else ever again."

He won't hurt anyone ever again. Stiles, even now, still thinks he should have just ran himself through when he had the chance.

[proto_alpha]

The way he staggers, like she hit him—it makes her frown, confused, and the way she tips her head is every inch the look of a puzzled puppy.

Danger.

The voice is right, but…but…

She shuffles forward one step. Then another. Gradually she gets close, just shy of squinting at him to try and figure out who she’s dealing with.

Her nostrils flare out of habit, but she can’t smell him. Not the chemosignals or unique scent of pack. She reaches out, cautiously, to touch his shoulder…

…and she doesn’t feel anything. Not really, just—it’s Stiles and he’s upset and she hurt him—

She’s hugging him before she realizes it. Thoughtlessly, she presses and rubs her cheek against his, marking him with her scent and just clings and cries…

…and deep down, just barely starts to feel that knot in her heart unravel the way it does around Jerry and Tig, like it did in the arena with Kira and Lydia and the other version of Scott.

Hugging him…it feels like pack.

[causticly]

Stiles watches, carefully, as Allison slowly walks toward him, cautious in her own way as well and looking every bit a wary animal as she approaches him, and for that he stays completely still. He's afraid any move he makes might spook her and cause her to... he's not sure.

Everything about Allison seems different- but he's not sure if it's because she is different or if it's because he's just been gone that long from his own world that his memory of her is faulting.

Either way, when she gingerly touches his shoulder, careful in her movements, it's solid and real and... holy shit, it's really Allison. She's here and alive and...

Hugging him. Allison envelops him into a hug and he doesn't know what to do with that- not because it's unwanted, but because he never thought she'd want anything to do with him after what happened.

It takes a moment for him to respond and when he does he's wrapping his arms around her, hugging her back fiercely, breath hitching as tears warp his vision. Distantly his brain picks up on the scenting but he's too.... too.... he's not sure what he's feeling right now other than relief.

"I'm sorry," he says, after a time, arms tightening around her, his voice a whisper- then a sob as he says it again and again, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

[proto_alpha]

As she holds him, she’s still scared, still wary, still hurting, but…but it’s like it’s all sliding around.

It’s all clicking into place around Stiles. That someone will take him away, someone will hurt him, that he might change his mind and push her away. She can’t feel the power like this, but she can feel it, clicking in her bones, that he’s pack, he’s safe.

So she just holds tighter, hugs him harder—and as he apologizes and sobs, she starts growling.

It’s not the roar of a howl or the snarl of a predator—it’s like her claws, or the Hale gift for taking full wolf form, some deeper thing she found connecting with her wolf. The soft, rolling, deep animal sound vibrating out of her chest is quiet and controlled, and though it’s too loud and rough to be a purr it has the same tone.

A sound meant to soothe, to comfort, to warn threats away.

[causticly]

The low, rumbling growl does startle him, but not enough that he pulls away or lets go. His mind races as he listens to the sound, one he's heard Scott make, even Derek or Liam at times. A werewolf growl.

Is... Is Allison a werewolf?? It surprises him but at the same time it doesn't. Does that mean this Allison is from a different world? Like so many of the people he's met since he's come to Caldera?

Honestly, Stiles doesn't care. Allison is alive, that's all that matters. That somewhere, out there, in some other universe, she's alive and living life.

"I'm okay," he whispers, voice wet with emotion as he squeezes her back, trying to soothe her as much as she is him.

[proto_alpha]

"No, you're not." she declares, voice muffled as she briefly presses her face to his shoulder before drawing back to look into his face, sniffling and scrubbing a hand over her eyes to wipe away her tears. "Nobody is okay, and now you're going nowhere."

She shifts to take his hand in hers, lifting their joined hands into view.

"Touching. The leaders said it helps with the bad feelings. So I'm not letting you go until it's safe and the moon stops being awful."

She glances skyward, and her lips curls in a sneer--and yep, that's a little lupine growl of warning. At the moon.

Turning back to Stiles, the growl drops and she smiles softly.

"I think I'm not your Allison, the hunter--but if you're the same Stiles that belongs to her? You're part of my pack, too. I'm sorry how I reacted, just..."

She trails off, shivering visibly.

"The place I was before...it wasn't good. And the version of you I know, he was very different. We sort of patched up some of our differences, but on the Barge having my powers stripped was a kind of punishment. So, the moon, being human again...I got paranoid. I'm sorry."

[causticly]

Stiles huffs a humorless laugh. "No, I'm not," he agrees. This moon, whatever it's doing to them, it makes him feel off, not quite himself which is evident given his display moments before.

With their hands joined together, he gives hers a little squeeze and nods. That sounds... logical, he supposes, as anything here does. He's sure it'll help, let them know they're safe. He vaguely wonders how everyone else is doing, how they're coping. He hopes they're okay.

His lips twitch a little at the growl she lets out as he too looks up to the moon. Yeah, take that, you shitty glowing orb.

Pack. When was the last time he'd been around his pack? Before he was taken, maybe, possibly longer before that with everything that had been going on back home. Since he'd been here, though? Months.

"It's okay, you don't have to be sorry. I get it, this place does that. It takes your abilities from you and makes you earn them back. It's not difficult, but it can be time consuming. We'll get your abilities back, I promise," he tells her, giving her hand another squeeze. "And... I know you're not... my Allison, but you're still Allison, and you're okay, and here and... and... that's all I care about, that's all that matters right now." That she's here. Breathing and talking and alive.