Foreword: I've been remiss in not uploading all of the Wahei Transcripts to this blog. So let's catch up...
"Honestly, Morgan, I'm fine." Wahei Ohr adjusted the set of her blindfold as she sat back and carefully reached out to feel for her tea and biscuits, and the other diversionary items she had to hand. Vizier alit on her shoulder gently as she turned her face in the direction she heard movement. "It's not as if I'm alone," she added, reaching up to tickle the top of her Ghost's shell.
"I'm here to keep her from getting too restless," Vizier added.
Morgan grunted. "You can certainly try. Just... Wahei, this is Fate's way of telling you to take it easy. When was the last time you took a break?"
Wahei's lips pinched into a thin frown. "Guardians make their own Fate, why should I listen to Fate when I can make my own? Seriously, I'm adaptable, I can cope, I can make this all work, if they'd just take a minute to let me explain--"
He interrupted her firmly. "Wahei."
She sighed. "I don't like feeling helpless," she admitted. "Last time I felt like this was when I had Lightloss."
Morgan said nothing. He knew she was talking about her experiences in the catacombs beneath Old Paris, which had not only been infested with Hive, but had also housed a Deathsinger and her consort. Wahei had never said much about her experiences down there, but every time it came up, he could see the way her body tensed up. The way her breath caught briefly in her chest, and the briefest of hesitations in the usual babble of verbiage coming from her. It hadn't left her paralyzed in the face of Hive threats, but something had happened to her.
"I'll say again," he gently patted her on the free shoulder, "you need to talk to someone. Doctor Grus is available, and I know that Doctor Uzair is making some progress with Shayura--"
"Thank you, Morgan." Wahei's voice had tightened, gone as firm as his earlier interruption. "Maybe I will." They both knew she wouldn't.
He grunted. "Try not to let her burn the place down," he said to Vizier. "I'll send Shaman around to check in while I'm out."
He left Wahei's flat, hoping that the Warlock would indeed take the time to rest up following her ordeal in the Lunar Pyramid. The medics had pronounced her of good health, despite the blindness, and so had no reason to forbid her from returning home, but there was still an adjustment period while the Voidwalker learned how to do basic things without the benefit of eyesight.
"Morgan, my brother!" The Titan stopped, turning as the figure melted out of the shadows nearby. A grinning Drifter walked one of his coins along his knuckles as he approached. "Been lookin' for ya. Got some time to help me out with a lil' somethin' somethin'?"
Morgan bumped knuckles with the man. "Might do. Vanguard's been keeping me busy as a liaison with Caiatl's side, but I should be able to squeeze in a little time on your behalf. Long as it won't keep me too busy."
Drifter nodded. "Shouldn't be too much of a problem," the rogue Lightbearer agreed. "There's this thing. Need a little help gettin' a delivery of mine out of hock--"
Now Morgan raised a hand. "Whoa, hang on, D. I know we got an understanding-- I'm part of your crew, but I'm not going to outright break into Vanguard or F.O.T.C. impounds to--"
"No, no, nothin' like that!" Drifter assured him, raising his own hands placatingly. "Not City hock that's got it. I could get it myself, but I think I might just need a little backup for this one. Especially since it's House Salvation that's got it."
The scarred Titan raised an eyebrow. "Really? I didn't think there were many still flying that banner after the last year, between their Kell getting frozen and Dredgen Bog's crew hunting down the last few bitter-enders in Eventide."
Drifter scoffed. "You mean what's left of Eventide. You and the Ruiner did some pretty major deconstruction work out there." He spread his hands. "Listen, you do a solid for me, and I'll make sure you're taken care of."
Morgan rubbed his jaw thoughtfully. "Gonna have to make it worth my while, D."
"Hey." The Drifter flashed his grin. "Have I ever not been true to my word and been anythin' less than generous with paying you back, brother?" When Morgan nodded to concede the point, the Gambit handler clapped him on the shoulder. "That's what I like to see. Meet me on the Derelict when you're set to go."
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