In a green miasma, Tiberius and Sascha appeared just inside the gates of the courtyard. "Look what the cat just drug in..." Mesis glared at the two, as Tiberius responded, "Funny, I was going to say the exact same thing." The two glared at each other, eye spark for eye spark, until Andraia mused, "Well, this is complete now that Team Rocket's here. Might I introduce you..." she was trying to let Lady Tremaine know who they were but was interrupted, "I'm well acquainted with Mr. Kilmore and Mr. Lloyd." "Wait, what?" This was rather over Andraia's head for the moment. The two non chalently looked on through their dark shades, as Tiberius spoke up casually, "Yes, we've had plenty of dealings with the Lady Tremaine over the years. Including this one now." This was giving Andraia a twitch in her eye, as it was dawning on her what transpired. She held up a finger, pursing her lips together. "Hold on a moment...just hold on a moment..." She went up to Loky and Bartelby and through gritted teeth said, "I know you still got a good bit of that stash left, I'm going to need some. Now!" "It packs quite a punch, you sure?" "I'm certain." Loky dug a small baggie from his pocket and handed it over, as Andraia turned to walk towards the greenhouse with it. She wasn't sure which hands she batted off of her as she just kept saying, "No, leave me alone..." before the hands stopped reaching for her, and she disappeared into her trap door room. She blasted the music as she packed a bowl of whatever it was that Loky had gotten from Madame Laveau. Then she lit it up, taking a drag, inhaling and exhaling to the tune. She kept taking hits until the music seemed to be seen in front of her. She was a fucking pact those two made with this woman? And to fucking think, she actually was caring about this woman's feelings? Was it stockholm syndrome? She wanted to forget it all. She hit that pipe again until it was all gone...stripped off her shirt...and violently started splatting paint all over the wall, with intermediate bouts of her running into the wall head long. The music blared, "I am clearly broken and no one knows what to do, pieces of the puzzles don't fit, so I pound them into you. Itching is the pulse inside, creeping out to come alive, it's just doing what it's gonna do. Times are looking grim these days, holding onto everything, it's hard to draw the line. SHUT THE FUCK UP! GET UP!" Lady Tremaine skittered down the steps, but then just hung back, watching and waiting. The girl was clearly throwing a frantic fit, before the song changed, and although it wasn't nearly as soothing as the usual music the girl listened to, she fell back onto the floor and broke into a fit of laughter and stopped trying to run into the wall like a bird running into a window because it saw its reflection. Seemed like a decent time to approach, as Eleanor garnered Andraia's attention, her nose was bloodied a bit and a sharp bruise formed under the eye, and the mouth was dribbling blood as well. She groggily slurred, "Why won't Ziggy let me leap? Why?" Lady Tremaine got down to her level and just drew her into her chest with her arms around her. Andi nuzzled her chest and looked up with a glassy eyed smile, "You're purdy..." Whatever Loky gave her, it worked...she had clearly gone fishing. The music segued into something softer...as Andraia began singing along with the chorus..."There is no pain you are receding, a distant ship's smoke on the horizon. You are only coming through in waves, your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying. When I was a child, I had a fever. My hands felt just like two balloons. Now I've got that fever once again, you cannot understand. This is not who I am. I have become comfortably numb." She lightly laughed, and leant over like her head was suddenly too heavy for her told up. She needed to be cleaned up, though. Eleanor drew a bath. As crazy as it all was, she truly did care for the girl. She knew she had spoken to Mr. Kilmore and Mr. Lloyd on the subject of wanting somebody in said fashion, but she didn't realize that her saying that and what had happened here had coincided. She stripped Andraia down and helped lithely into the tub of warm water. Given how she reacted to it, she was quite certain the girl didn't like the prospect of those two being involved. Eleanor felt disheartened as she used a cloth covered in one of the bathing potions over her pet's body. "You probably hate me.." as she cleaned off the blood that was beginning to dry. The response was in an almost childish voice, "I no hate you. I like you. But Murky and Lurky out there, they're too much, yanno? Do I have to be nice to them?" She pouted when she asked. "Why don't you like them?" "No wanna, want Ziggy to let me leap." "I'm not sure what that means, my dear." Andi smiled goofily, "You're purdy, yanno that?" "Yes, you've said that. You're very flattering..." Pretty certain she was going to have to draw her own conclusions on the matter. And her pet seemed like she couldn't think straight at this point in time, but Eleanor seemed to be the one thing on her mind. To be honest, that meant a lot. Even under the circumstances the girl didn't just seem obligated anymore, she actually cared. Andraia grabbed Eleanor's hand, garnering her attention to say with fluttering lashes, "I love you." Her mistress was stunned...as her breath hitched, she responded, "I love you too."