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"Who cares?" says Lyssan listlessly. "Whatever it is can't bring Ame back, Jor. Nothing can." she looks at her hands, whole now and clenches them tight. "There are times when I wonder if I shouldn 't just let go as well."

Lyssan knows this and snorts rudely through her nose. "The past is cut in stone, Jor. We both know that. Only the future is mailable. What are ye getting at?"

"Iffin ye want me to go back in time and unravel this mess, I can't. Number one law of time travel, ye cannot go anywhere yer at... no appearing besides yerself... to warn yerself of yer stupidity... Damn it, Jor, don't ye think I'd have done it by now, iffin I could. This whole thing is a miserable mess up fromn the word go. I can't blame, Kero... he was just being testy and mean spirited, but not in a truly awful way... and I can't blame Amestru, he was only trying to keep me safe. He's always been one to act first, question later and ye know it. And I... I can't blame myself, though I really would like to. I should have sense the escalation and down what I could to defuse it, rather than egg Kero on. But I was so angry that he thought I'd truly pry into his dreams and so mad that he had put himself on a different level than we, that i got blindsided...."

Lyssan cautiously goes to sit back down by Amestru, wrapping his arms about her as though her life depends on it. The old wolf eyes her funny for a moment, but he is enjoying her closeness, so he doesn't make any comments. Instead he agrees with Kero. "Absolutely. No need to get all upset over something that happened a good month or so ago, Lyssie. And Kero, truly we had no desire to pry. Well I didn't, Lyssie may have wanted to stay... she's a bit of a voyeur..." He ducks as she attempts to turn in his embrace and smack him one, the laughs uproariously.

Lyssan snorts softly... "If i truly were a voyeur... I certainly wouldn't be looking in yer window. Nine times out of ten when yer here, yer a cub and curled up with yer toys. Nothing to see there, I assure ye."

She leans back against Amestru and looks up at him worriedly. He catches her observation and frowns.

"What? Have I got something on me face, dear one? Ye keep looking at me as though something is wrong."

She hastily assures him all is well and sinks against him with a sigh. Her eyes are troubled, for in her heart, even though she appreciates what Jor has done, she is truly worried about the consequences.

"Verdict?" asks Lyssan with a sigh. "How long do we have? Is he going to let things stand or reset the clock?"

She clings to Amestru as if he were a life raft in her life. Confused he encircles her in his arms and eyes all three of them with a frown. "Someone want to tell me what's going on around here. Ii've a sinking suspicion that we not talking about Kerobian's problem right now."

Amestru is the first to see a problem in their well hatched plot to put a control on Kerobian's miscast spell. "Jor, I'm shooting in the dark here, but iffin yer de-aged, is that going to affect your spell casting abilities."

Amestru nods with relief. The he begins to outline their plan to recast Kerobian's de-aging spell and the parameters they had chosen to use. "He's alive now, Jor. Even more so than ye or me. And that dang mis-fired spell is beginning to take it's toll on him. He needs to get it under control or we're going to lose him." says Amestru sitting back. Lyssan hands him their wax tablet and goes to rub Kerobian's ears. Half way there she stops and freezes, then with a hefty sigh she decides to carry through with the act.

"Ye know, cat.." she says with a weary sigh. "Yer going through yer nine lives like a hot knife through butter. That was the second time ye've set him off like that... do ye even remember the first and what I told ye?"