[ Her face starts to scrunch. She isn't handicapped -- what? ] ...Yeah. Sure. [ She agrees about the not letting her mouth run wild, so latches onto that.
A joke, since no one in the room believes in Santa, though the (bitter?) tone backing his words earns him a look. ] Even if it's not Christmas? [ A smile. She can make jokes too. Or, piggyback off one someone else made. Otherwise, she's in agreement with the additional words on trust, its dynamics, absorbing his take on it. ]
No. Maybe. Not since I last talked to 'em. [ A long inhale. It'll be especially disappointing if Stiles is in the dark about who she is. ] I just remembered knowing them. [ A pressing look, since she means real memories, and that feels an important distinction to make, even without saying it aloud. ] Maybe they got certain memories back too. I've lived with them since the first day, since after the -- accident. [ So help her; the fallacies surrounding the idea of those accidents. ] They've...been my friends here. [ Weird how that's worked out, huh?
Damon knows the drill -- and she assumes that's newer knowledge, unless his lack of familiarity with were-creatures on day one had been false. He sounds like has a better grasp on it, just by tone, than either Allison or Stiles did, or herself, did during the last full moon. Still, comparing notes, she hones in on a specific detail. ] Our bones don't break during full moons. [ Pragmatic as all heck. ] The werewolves you knew? That happened to them? Why? [ A pause, though she's at the ready to share more. ] Any shifting can be controlled. With an anchor. [ Where's literally anyone else from her town to explain this better than she can? ] So you're not out wanting to kill anyone you come across. [ Don't you feel safer now, Damon? Who knows if she has control over her shifting, what all's included with it, and how many people she may try to attack during full moons! ]
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A joke, since no one in the room believes in Santa, though the (bitter?) tone backing his words earns him a look. ] Even if it's not Christmas? [ A smile. She can make jokes too. Or, piggyback off one someone else made. Otherwise, she's in agreement with the additional words on trust, its dynamics, absorbing his take on it. ]
No. Maybe. Not since I last talked to 'em. [ A long inhale. It'll be especially disappointing if Stiles is in the dark about who she is. ] I just remembered knowing them. [ A pressing look, since she means real memories, and that feels an important distinction to make, even without saying it aloud. ] Maybe they got certain memories back too. I've lived with them since the first day, since after the -- accident. [ So help her; the fallacies surrounding the idea of those accidents. ] They've...been my friends here. [ Weird how that's worked out, huh?
Damon knows the drill -- and she assumes that's newer knowledge, unless his lack of familiarity with were-creatures on day one had been false. He sounds like has a better grasp on it, just by tone, than either Allison or Stiles did, or herself, did during the last full moon. Still, comparing notes, she hones in on a specific detail. ] Our bones don't break during full moons. [ Pragmatic as all heck. ] The werewolves you knew? That happened to them? Why? [ A pause, though she's at the ready to share more. ] Any shifting can be controlled. With an anchor. [ Where's literally anyone else from her town to explain this better than she can? ] So you're not out wanting to kill anyone you come across. [ Don't you feel safer now, Damon? Who knows if she has control over her shifting, what all's included with it, and how many people she may try to attack during full moons! ]