( If Hope is being honest with herself, and she is trying to be, more and more, she's still recovering from the day, from almost making a mistake and an enemy. From wasting her time running around a clocktower and still not finding anything else out. It's easy, then, to focus her attention on her girlfriend carrying somebody else's magic within her. She has had magic in her and it almost didn't end well. This can't be that again. )

It's how I've always been, I wouldn't know the difference. But, there is always this... vibration in me. But, maybe that's the thrum of my wolf. I've always been restless. And reckless. ( Almost today. ) What do you mean, whole?