w1 curfew: fóód court

[naeddre]

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[expiries]

I'm glad.

[he doesn't blame her for being worried at all but he is Concerned about her as well]

[naeddre]

... The locks were to be expected. [it doesn't mean anything. probably.

it's just that she keeps looking at everybody, because she doesn't want someone to keel over of a heart attack this time.]

[expiries]

...I don't believe anyone here has the same health issues we've theorized Mr. Pearce must have had.

[naeddre]

[there's just a very small frown at the name.]

Mm. [sorry she's just absolutely lame tonight because she is about to yartz from anxiety]

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[noooooo after another moment:]

...I'm sorry. For bringing it up.

[naeddre]

It's alright. It isn't you.

[she's a naturally paranoid person and after today she's about ready to climb the walls. bad headspace!!]

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[nodding, but after another moment:]

But if there is... anything I can do. For you, as well.

[naeddre]

... Thank you, Arthur.

[she really does appreciate it.]

I could use - tea, of some kind, if you can find it.

[expiries]

I'm sure there must be some around here... You don't have any preference as to the type?

[naeddre]

Something relaxing, if you know the differences. I don't usually drink it.

[expiries]

[nodding before he zooms off, coming back with something herbal after a few moments. probably chamomile.]

[naeddre]

[yaey!! she will take it... carefully... temenos is probably asleep on her shoulder at this point.]

... Thank you.

[expiries]

Mm.

[glancing his way for a moment]

...Did you think to bring any blankets or pillows?

[naeddre]

[they did!! he's probably at least got a blanket on him]

... When he's more soundly asleep I'll get him a pillow.

[expiries]

He does seem like the type to be a light sleeper.

[naeddre]

[this - makes her laugh a little, but.]

Not usually. He sleeps like the dead, normally. [...] But being injured can keep anybody awake, so.

[expiries]

Does he?

[surprising... but he nods.]

Ordinarily I'd be concerned he didn't make sure to treat himself properly, but...

[he trusts throné to have forced him into it]

[naeddre]

[thinks about canon and gazes into space]

You don't need to worry about that. If he isn't taking care of himself here, I really will make sure his body is never found. [stop that]

[expiries]

[good job throné you made him laugh out of surprise for the second time in game]

Good.