Remieverse. The Red Rose Cafe and environs. Another hop back into time.

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Joy stretched luxuriously, then adjusted her pale grey shorts, smoothing the front panel that made them look like a mini skirt.

"Are ye comin', me love?" she called, stepping through the bedroom door. Then she froze as she wound up on the night-time street of a human city instead of in the hallway of the castle on the way to breakfast. "Aii! Kurti?"

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"Felt pain fer t' first time?" Her ears perked again.

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"Yeah. He mostly invincble n' has a healin' factor, but he never felt pain 'fore my ex put his claws through his wing," she said, sobering at the memory. "He was overcome by de pain for a little while."

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"Och." She winced. "Yer Logan had the metal, then." Then she thought of the rest of the story, her eyes going to the men as Schalk gestured with one hand and explained to Kurt how badly he'd wanted to protect Remie from being harmed again.

"Aye." Her ears twitched softly. "I think yer right aboot t' meant t' be."

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"Oui. N' we both felt it. N' when de feelin' dat strong, dat deep n' true... you don' argue wit it," she laughed softly, entering the dining area once more and settling down the plates. "An' it turn out right."