Erin emerges, dressed again and looking...better. Not happy exactly but the pall of rage and misery has dimmed, and her thin haze of powder shoots out the occasional shape; crabs and castles.

She ties her blindfold back on first with a soft sound of relief and then goes straight for Crabb, pulling her girlfriend into a deep kiss -

(No biting!)

Crabb likes -

(Cass has vampire problems, NO BITING!)

- that ends with a soft and breathless sound.

"Thank you," she murmurs. "For reminding me not to be my own enemy."

And then she turns to Cassandra, tilting her chin up with one finger, face so very close.

"Still not feeling threatened?"

A challenge. A hope. Erin's heart races.