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"Ohkay-" She leans, cheek on the back of her knuckles as she watches Avi's expression. "Breathe."
She clicks her tongue. "Or drink, drinking helps, but you don't get another one until after this meeting." Oh, to be a fly on that wall.
Flicks eyes scan the room before finding their way back to Avi. "Let's go, hot-shot. - Alphas. Eventide, Warwick, Cerberus, Zhongshan, Berserker. Name them and point them out." It might seem Rote, but the last thing they need is misspeaking or stuttering. This is big, world stage stuff, and it's her job, no, duty, to make sure he's ready for this.
She wishes, too, that there were two of her, because where-ever Arte is, they're probably also freaking the fuck out. But Avi is, at the end of the day, her Alpha now. Clans and Covens can be next.