She nodded at that, looking up at him then. She had vowed not to look, having the Sight and all. She held herself to that. "I've been worried about returning to the house."

"It?s Elion and Fiona's place now." He wasn't withdrawn, as much as he was just closed up. He didn't want to talk about Fiona right now. "I am sure they will be thrilled to see you."

She looked surprised at that. "You are not there?" She loved them dearly, but... well there had been some hope. Hope that seemed to be fading.

"No, I'm not there." A sip pulled out of that bottle and he went to picking at the label of the bottle. Free hand raked through dirty blonde hair. "It?s been about six months since I've been there."

There was a burst light and Kairee appears already seated upon the bar, her long, splendiferous legs crossed. A toss of her fiery red hair over a perfect shoulder as she looks over the barroom and it's denizens.

Eyes shifted up to Kairee and he smiled to himself. A bottle of chilled champagne was pulled from the cooler and it was set beside the woman, a flute offered over to her.

She took a drink of the water to steady herself. "Things have changed more than I realized." She looked at him a moment. She remembered the dreams. Dreams that had given her the will to push on and return. A nod was given to Kairee.

?Hey babes?? Kairee gave a dazzling smile for Liam. ?Long time no see.?

"Indeed." A smile, and had any other conversation been going on he'd have dropped it to speak to the splendiforous one. This one though was far too important. "Yes, things have changed... Some for the better, some for the worst."

Caelyn tilted her head, "Better?" She was afraid to ask what the worst was.

The champagne flute seems to self fill from the bottle. Kairee winked to Caelyn then took a sip of the bubbly.

There was a ghost of a smile to Kairee from Caelyn.

?You seem pensive, babes...? Kairee commented to Caelyn.

"Your cousin and my sister finally stopped pretending they aren't mad about each other." A nod and he sipped from the badsider a slight smile to himself. It was a wonderful thing to talk about.

She replied to Kairee, "A lot of changes." She tilted her head to Liam, "That is good. They are good for each other."

?Existence is Change.? Kairee Observed, ?Such a quiet night...? She toys with her champagne flute as she watches the assembled.

A nod to both of them as he felt himself up. Hands over his chest and he found the silver cigarette case. Pulling it open he pulled a smoke from the left side, on the right side they were not a tobacco product, so he snapped the case shut and found the silver Zippo striking it before he put both away.

She nodded to the truth of Kairee's word and watched Liam a moment. "Perhaps. We can work on repairing this rift between us?" She had to try at the very least.

Kairee turned her attention away from the pair, they seemed to have need for intimate conversation.

The smile strengthened a bit, "Oh, yes, please? Could you?" She almost begged for the charm though she knew one dream it wouldn't stop. Anything she could hold onto.

"Of course. I wouldn't have offered if I didn't intend to." A real smile there followed by a final tug on the beer. Another dug out of the cooler and popped open. "Its really not as bad as you think it is."

She finished off that bottle of water, "How so?" A hand came up to rub at her neck.

"I mean Fiona sells her herbs all the time and no one ever thinks she's doing anything wrong, but I push a little pot and suddenly I am some piece of trash." He was getting into the fight with his sister, opening up a little.

"You were never trash." She said softly, "It is not the best of things to sell, but it does have purposes in Medicines." She was trying to not add to it. He didn't need her coming down on him and it was not her place.

"Yeah, the best medicine for all that ails you." Liam realized his hand was still tangled with hers and he pulled it gently away. "But Fiona thinks I am a punk. A couple tattoos and some grass and suddenly I'm undesirable numero uno."

There was a pang as he did so. "She does care in her own fashion." She looked at him and bit her bottom lip and then quoted one of the things that she lived by as much as possible, "And if it harm none, do as you will."

A gentle nod. "The only one I've hurt this way is me." Spent cigarette snuffed out, and he felt strange, as his hand lay vacant. He looked into it and quickly wrapped it around his badsider. It was a poor substitution but he wasn't about to talk about it.

She looked at him, "I only hope so, Liam." She said sincerely. "Karma has a bad way of biting people in the ass."

"You saw...you tell me who else then." The look shifting over her was almost hurt. He hid the look behind his bottle as he tipped it back for a sip.

"A woman. I do not know her name." She didn't want to dig further than that, even though she saw nothing truly intimate.

"Mack? You think I am going to hurt Mack?" There was a laugh at that and he shook his head. "No one hurts Mack...She's...She's basically bullet proof." He wouldn't lie, Mack was something else, but she was very clear to him about how she wasn't a get serious type of woman.

"No, no... I did not think that at all." She shook her head, "I'm sorry, I got confused. The pot... It has the potential for harm." She said softly.

"I am not in the business of hurting people, just taking the edge off. I am damn fine at taking the edge off. And in the process I get to go to the hottest clubs, the most exclusive parties, and best of all I get to haul my ass up to that room up there and sleep alone." Bitter sweet. There was a laugh and he drank again.

There was a shake of her head, "Then you are doing better than I." She murmured softly. She was gazing at clasped hands to still a trembling.

"I don't think you're getting the point, I am some..." He just shut his mouth and shook his head. "Its not as much fun as you would guess. I am not really the biggest fan."

"So why do you continue to do it if you are not enjoying it?"

She gave the barest of nods, "I would have to get my things from upstairs."

"I can wait here if you'd like, unless you need my help to pack up." Eyes on her then.

"I don't need the help, but if you want... The company would be appreciated."

"Lead the way." He put out his cigarette and finished off his third beer. Apparently she would have to drive. He hoped she could. Dropping the empty in the barrel on the porch.

She smiled just a little and headed back into the inn. It would not be long before they are at the room she had been occupying. She held the door open for him. It was plain to see she had been back for about a few days.

Liam held the door and motioned for her to go inside. Once she had he too would wander in. Leaning against the dresser he watched her carefully. "You are sure you don't need my help."

She smiled at him, "I do not have much. Just some clothing and personal effects." She moved about the room, setting her clothing carefully in a duffle back. Mostly jeans and t-shirts, one decent dress outfit and some pictures.

Eyes followed every move she made but tried not to be obvious about it. Once the bag was packed he offered an arm to her, he was offering to take her bag for her.

She smiled and handed him the bag, "Thank you, Liam."

He slung the bag over his shoulder and opened the door for her. Hand dug into his back pocket and he grabbed his wallet. "Ready to go Cae?"

She moved for the door grabbed a jacket, the last thing, "Yes." She ached, but what could she do?

Down the stairs he went, grabbing his backpack off the bar and after ducking fingers into his wallet he set down some cash on the bar. "Would the previous May Queen please settle Caelyn's tab for her room?" A smile for Lilli before watching for Caelyn.

She moved up to Liam's side and blushed as he did that for her. She would make it up somehow.
Liam: "Caelyn Donovan please." A brilliant smile and before anything else could be added he was heading for the door. Anything left over was hers to do with as she pleased. The inn's door opened for Caelyn and he smiled.

She nodded to Lilli and then headed out of the inn behind Liam. She was certainly off balance now and followed him to his ride.

"Can you drive?" He was trying to think of whether or not he was good to drive on three beers. He thought so, but drinking and driving wasn't really something he condoned. Keys were offered to her. "If not I don't mind walking, it isn't so far."

She took the keys from him. "I can drive." She looked him over; one part making sure he was ok... three parts checking him out. She opened the driver side door, popping the locks.

He climbed into the Jeep. Liam was fine, he wasn't drunk, but it wasn't anything worth risking. He buckled up and raised a brow to her. "I'm fine, I'd be fine to drive, if I was driving alone I mean."

She slid into the drivers seat, looking comfortable behind the wheel of the jeep. "Sorry. Just a worry wart." She slid the key into the ignition and started the engine. She shifted the jeep into gear and eased out of the parking space heading towards the house.

"Yeah I understand, I worry too...A little more than I'd like to." Leaning across her he buckled her seatbelt for her. "You remember the way?" A raised brow to Caelyn.

She inhaled a bit as he was close to her. "Hmm, yes. I have not forgotten."

"Alright, then lets get you resettled back at home." A smile and he raked dirty blonde out of his face.

She smiled softly at him and pointed that jeep towards home. She was very careful with the jeep as she drove. She carefully guided the jeep through the streets glad that it was quiet tonight. It was not long before she was pulling up at the house.

A deep breath taken as he unbuckled and slipped out of the jeep. Her bag pulled from the back of the car. His pocket dug into and the keys were produced. A pause and he unlocked and opened the door for her. A step over the threshold and he writhed in pain grabbing the table that they kept the mail on. Fiona was still angry, that was clear.

She unbuckled the belt and moved into the house with him. She was at his side quickly, "Liam!"

"I'm good, I'm good, It'll pass." He walked right up and into the room that was hers. He wasn't trying to leave her behind but he had made sure her room had been the most protected. A deep breath taken as he stumbled in and could breath again. A smile and he set her duffle down on her bed.

She followed him into her room, watching him as he moved, "She set the wards against you?" She was horrified.

"She set the wards against people who wish her ill will I am guessing." A deep breath taken as he pulled up the loose floorboard making sure his ward was still there. A relief as it was still right where he'd left it.

She didn't like the implications of that. "Are you that angry with her?"

"Angry? Yes. I am not a kid, and I am not doing anything illegal." A shrug of shoulders as he sat on the corner of her bed. Then stood up realizing that was no longer appropriate.

She shook her head, "I know you are not." She went through the motions of putting away her stuff. "I don't know if me being back with help any. Just doesn't feel right with everything fractured like this." She set out the pictures. Photos of family and the like... one was hand drawn.

Body slumped and he sat on the window sill and watched her. "I am sorry I broke everything while you were gone. I didn't expect you to come back...I mean I always hoped, but I never thought it would actually happen.

"I... didn't expect you to wait for me. I had hoped..." She admitted softly closing her eyes.

"She's a good girl... I mean she isn't looking for a boyfriend, or a lover or anything, but she's a lot of fun, she's a good girl." He was trying to explain himself to her. He felt she deserved it.

She shook her head, "It's alright, Liam. Really."

"I know, I just don't want you angry with her. She's..." A laugh and he just shook his head. "She's Mack, that?s as close as I can come to a real description." His eyes fell on Cae and he felt almost guilty.

"I'm not angry with anyone, Liam." She smiled a bit. "Things will workout as they are meant."