[Mara is always quick when summoned. She's spent years, decades of her life prepared to go into battle at a moment's notice, and it's not a habit that dies easy. She arrives quickly, silently, expression serious. There's a silver tube in her hand, and she brandishes it as confidently as any wand.]
[She sees Remus, feels the state he's in, and decides quickly to take control. Whatever this is, it's fatigued him. An urge within her, one she's slow to admit but slower to curb, rises up to protect her brood at all costs, protect everyone, keep them safe and never lose them. It drives her now.]
[She looks down at... is that the corpse from earlier? She toes his shoulder with her boot.] We have to stop meeting like this.
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[She sees Remus, feels the state he's in, and decides quickly to take control. Whatever this is, it's fatigued him. An urge within her, one she's slow to admit but slower to curb, rises up to protect her brood at all costs, protect everyone, keep them safe and never lose them. It drives her now.]
[She looks down at... is that the corpse from earlier? She toes his shoulder with her boot.] We have to stop meeting like this.
[She turns to Remus.] This is your Sith?