A voice in her head that sounds depressingly like Olga tells her this is what she gets for partnering with someone who isn't Other.
She flips the bird at mental!Olga in the way she would have never dared to do to the real person. The real Olga would have dumped her so deep in the Gloom for something like that she'd never find her way out.
Once the wards are soothed to her satisfaction, she finishes the bottle of vodka and stretches, shaking out her heavy coat. Then she pads back into the apartment to fetch the cow femur she stored in the fridge for later. Gnawing on something will distract from (quite plausible) plans to set the dragon's lair on fire. That'd deal with the blood, and dragons don't mind getting a little toasty, right?
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Date: 2024-02-28 06:26 am (UTC)She flips the bird at mental!Olga in the way she would have never dared to do to the real person. The real Olga would have dumped her so deep in the Gloom for something like that she'd never find her way out.
Once the wards are soothed to her satisfaction, she finishes the bottle of vodka and stretches, shaking out her heavy coat. Then she pads back into the apartment to fetch the cow femur she stored in the fridge for later. Gnawing on something will distract from (quite plausible) plans to set the dragon's lair on fire. That'd deal with the blood, and dragons don't mind getting a little toasty, right?