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Bo rolled his shoulders, looking back to the window, "Well, while Lyr is out, I wouldn't recommend it now, but Xei has slowly been dying as it is, even though Lyr helped with alot of things, she just doesn't have the will anymore. She's been denying what nature call her to be for a long, for you all, to be able to fit in some, anything really, but she's done for, least you could do is end it for her." The sprite remained calm through all of this, he cared for his Mistress greatly, but he didn't like her watching her slip away like she was. "I can't do it..."

((Sorry, internet spazzed and double posted for me >.< ))

"I'll do it," said Stellaluna in a voice that was half-purr half-snarl. The whole thing was entirely too frustrating on the vampire, just as thing were calming down. He didn't know this 'Xei' it would be easy for him to do it. Not that it would have been any harder if he had known her.

"Oh... okay," said Kru, ears folding back with the talk of killing and such, "I uh...," wanted to leave, be free again, find Angeles... find Angeles alive, "bacon?"

The fae swiveled his head to who spoke up on delivering the mercy kill, "Who'd have to be sneaky, or something, she doesn't know you, much less accept anything from you." But he looked back to Gren, "So yes, that's what I'm asking, she's suffering, she knows it, I know,and none of you picked up on it, well, you're blind, no offense. She's kept to herself, for her own reasons an fears, she's lived long enough, anything good that woman gets, is always lost, Howard, her child, family." He shrugs some, looking back to the window.

"I'm very subtle when I want to be fae," said Stellaluna turning away from him. In the vampire's mind, it was settled. Next he got a chance, he would mercy kill the possessed woman. Meanwhile he continued to pet Violet's hair.

"Sneaky, kind of knows Xei, third or fourth-string problem solver." Tyler raised one hand, the other snapping the case on a device shut. One gift done...

Violet finally released her grip on Stellaluna's sleeve, the sheer shock of being confronted with a demon again slipping away at last to relief and a vague sense of dread. The hairs on the back of her neck still stood on end, as if she somehow knew it sat just outside...

"...no class..." She reminded herself. There was no reason to leave.

"Shh, it's alright," whispered Stellaluna continuing to comfort the girl as the first signs of life were finally returning.

"W-well... that's one thing for me... so now it's your turn," said the werewolf, becoming increasingly uncomfortable.

He smiled, chuckling at Gren a bit. "Haha, thanks. Guess it is pretty cool if you think about it." It's interesting how he balances two to three conversations, and having to remember what everyone said. Still having to choose the right response. Very interesting, and impressive. Most people probably couldn't handle all of that. He thought all to himself.