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[ It was a (reasonably) normal night, considering. Just hanging out around the house, no monsters to fight or research to do, which was always terrible for actually managing to stay out of trouble, but hey. He was entitled every now and then, right? Maybe?

And then there was a bang on the door, followed by a few more, more insistent, and after a few moments of indecision Stiles went tearing down towards the door and threw it open to find Evie on the other side of it. ]

Uh. Hey. Need a hand?

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[ He was entitled to a bit of mild bullshit. But this? This was not mild bullshit. This was his friend (she has no idea, to be honest), following a conjured Guide in the form of a bright blue light about the size of a golf ball, leading her somewhere safe like she she'd asked it to.

Because after being attacked in the woods by an angry, unknown thing and using a spell to dissipate it? That's exactly what Evie conjured the Guide for; Getting her somewhere safe.

She was bloody, scratches and bruises on her visible skin, and she was disoriented. She probably had a concussion, so she wasn't fully aware that she'd made it to Stiles place until he answered the door.

And she stares at him in shock for a moment, before silently nodding.

Yes. Yes, she needs a hand. ]

Your dad's at work, right?

[ Because otherwise, she is more than certain Sheriff Stilinski will call Melissa who will call her mother and this just sounds like a series of probably not great ideas. ]

And you have a first aid kit?

[ What he sees on the other side of the door is not at all what he expects to see, and after long enough around werewolves, a human on his doorstep looking this big a mess is more than a little Concerning. So he panics a little. Okay, more than a little, but he's got this. He's done this before.

Deep breath. ]

Yes and yes. Come on-

[Nope. Nope she needs help. So he bends to help get her up and over the threshold of the door, already starting to try to figure out what he'll need, what's probably wrong, and everything else. ]

Let's get you to like. The couch or something. What happened? It didn't follow you or anything, right?

[ As much as Evie wants to walk to the couch on her own, she's tired and her adrenaline is going 'fuck this shit i'm out', not to mention the energy used on her spells. So she lets Stiles help her, one arm slung over his shoulders, Evie holding on as tight as she can.

Which, probably worryingly? Isn't all that tight.

Once she's settled on the couch with a groan and a hiss of pain through her teeth, she sighs and lets her breath out slowly, shaking her head. ]

Whatever it was, I was able to disperse it, which means it's probably not alive. But I didn't see what it was. I do know it didn't follow me, because my Guide wouldn't have come here if I was being followed. It would have gone after whatever it was.

[ She tries to keep herself sitting up, aware of just how bloody a mess she is and fully aware of how many injuries she has. There are twigs and leaves in her hair, and tiny bits of tree bark stuck to the back of her shirt from being flung into a tree by...whatever the thing in the woods was.

I'd dropped Henry off at his friends house for a sleepover and was walking home. Someone was shouting for help in the woods and with this being Beacon Hills, I should have left it. But I couldn't, because this is Beacon Hills. It could have been someone in actual danger.

[ Clearly it was not. She starts picking bits of stuff out of her hair, frowning just a bit and wincing because each movement causes a lot of pain. ]

I didn't see what it was but something went after me in the woods. And I'm not saying I didn't see it because it was dark out. There was enough light. I just didn't see it.

Crap.

[ To all of it, every single thing. None of it is good, just one more thing he's going to have to worry about on top of cleaning up the couch before his dad gets home. ]

Okay. I'm going to grill the hell out of you about that soon, but first you need a shower so we can figure out how much of the first aid kit I'm going to need to replace.

It’s only a ‘crap’ level situation?

[ Evie teases some, but her feelings on the situation are right on the same level as his. This was no good. This was exactly what none of them needed. It was still summer. The worst they should be worrying about was school supplies. ]

Okay. Uh...if you don’t mind me borrowing some of your clothes. Mine are probably trashed.

[ She has long scratches across her back she isn’t aware of just yet that have stained the blue fabric of her shirt, her pants are muddy and bloody and also similarly shredded. It’s not going to be too big a drain on the first aid kit, but it’s not gonna look pretty either. ]

[ The tease helps ease some of the rising panic lodging thickly in his chest, or at least enough to take a mental step back to keep from spiralling. What was it, are there more, was she a target or convenient, is it something he's going to need to talk to Scott and the rest of the pack about. Is there venom involved. But she teases, and he puts it all on pause. ]

Crap, shit, damn, fuck, whatever no-good synonym you want to use. But yeah, I've got extra stuff you can wear. Of course.

I'm not going to need to carry you there, right? I mean, if I have to I will but I can't promise it'll be pretty.

We may have to borrow swears from other languages.

[ Evie sighs and stands carefully, still wincing and hissing pain through her teeth. And doing her best not to show it. She gives Stiles a small, teasing and semi-flirty smile, trying her best to play off how bad she felt. ]

As fun as that sounds, I can walk. Just...follow me and make sure I don't fall over? I really feel awful.

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