"He's not joking about the last part," Rachel enlightened them. "Cáel gets physically mangled on a fairly regular basis. Speaking of which, Ishara, several packages arrived for you today. We've gone through them. Most...we have no idea what they are for."
"You did get an armored long jacket and four tomahawks with a harness," she saved the best for last. My eyes lit up and I took a step toward Rachel's suite. "Ishara, please behave." Another hush.
"Can we, if we are accepted by Ishara, talk to you that way?" the normally silent one inquired.
"Sure. Try not to do it too much in public, but in general you may assume you know more about a given subject, or task, than I do," I nodded.
"Now I understand Buffy's call," senior stopped trying to leave. "She made an obtuse statement about havin
