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Sonia's a surprisingly good seamstress, given her occupation. (Then again, her occupation often involves rips, tears, burns, and other wounds to clothing, so it's a practical consideration.)

So, having discovered that it is now impossible to wear her hunting outfit, she's improvised something with her bedsheets and is now inside the house, trying to ease it more into a "dress" and less a "toga." While in it.

She of course still has the whip at her side. Just in case anyone feels like laughing at her.

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She steps back, giving him some room, and looks more neutral and less like he's a few seconds away from a fight.

"I'll take your word for it, for now. You feel different. Long as y'behave, y'won't have to worry."

SO NO TRYING TO SECRETLY EAT PEOPLE OK

Edwin nods, but stays in his corner. He'll wait to hobble off 'til he's got more room-and is reasonably sure she isn't just waiting for the chance to beat him senseless when his back is turned.

"I don't plan on doing anything."

She nods. "Just... guard yourself. They'll come after you when you're weak." She definitely knows that feeling!

"I hope you can stay like this."

Blink. Blink. "Who's the they?"

Edwin finds himself missing Euloria quite badly all of a sudden. Everyone there was polite enough to refrain from trying to kill him.

"The demons. The ones that give you these powers." TRY TO KEEP UP, EDWIN.

"There's nothing demonic about it!" Cue flailing once more. "It's certainly not natural, I'll admit that, but it's not demonic!"

This is Sonia's "bzuh?!" face.

Edwin momentarily calms down in his flailing to stare at Sonia. "What? It's not like I'm lying about this. It's true!"

"They lie. Why else would they turn you into somethin' that kills people?"

"I don't kill people! And dinosaurs never had a chance to kill people while they were around!"

Well, non-'skin dinosaurs, anyway.

Whut.

"Maybe where you're from..."

"...What?"

This isn't flaily whut. This is paleontology-based whut.

"Dracula made anything he could think of to rule the world."

"So he made dinosaurs."

What?

"Yeah. Dragons, lizardmen, fishmen, all kinds o' things."

"But dinosaurs aren't..dragons, or fishmen, or lizardmen, or anything-men-" Except when they're 'skins in halfway form- "They're just dinosaurs."

"But you were just..."

STOP TRYING TO DECEIVE HER WITH YOUR CRAFTY DEMONIC WA-

Oh, wait, that trusting thing.

WELL YOU'RE STILL WRONG.

"Dinosaurs, normal, non-'skin dinosaurs, are all extinct. They aren't dragons or anything-men, or monsters-they were animals. But they're not around anymore, unless they're actually 'skins or if they've been dragged here too, and I'm still trying to make sense of-"

He pauses, thinking. "...actually, if you mean they tried to eat you here, then I believe you. But wherever else you came from-they shouldn't be around. They shouldn't even be here, for God's sake."

"Ain't seen none here..." Yet. "Them bein' dead don't matter none for Dracula."

"I saw some dromaesaurs when I first came here, but they were...odd, to say the least." He blinks at Sonia. "What do you mean?"

OK, how do you NOT know about the undead horde that constantly terrorizes everyone, really?

"Once y'ain't got a soul in you..." shudder, "he can take your body."

Because all of Edwin's encounters with dead things are based around fossils, that's why!

Edwin considers this. "Well, as long as we're alive, then..."

"He got other ways, if you're alive."

She sighs, gripping her whip. "I was so close, too..."

"Oh." Well, that sounds unpleasant...

Edwin eyeballs the whip carefully. "Close to, er..." He takes a wild guess. "Killing him?"

"Yeah. I was about t'fight him, then... here."

There is some minor consolation in the fact that he is not here. Hopefully.

On the other hand, she's not sure there's anyone left back home who can fight him.