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[Tav is back in the infirmary after not resting much at all back in the Gallows. He's finding it harder and harder to sleep under lock and key. His guards follow him as he enters the infirmary and glances around to find both Cedric and Vanya.

Cedric first.

Tav's guards hang back as the elf approaches Cedric's bed with a soft smile.]

I'm Tav, not sure if you remember me. [He wouldn't blame him.] I'm here to check back in, see if you need any more of the-- [He wiggles his fingers and a hopefully familiar turquoise light dances between them.] magic touch, as it were.

[ Byerly saunters into the library a bit after noon (punctuality is not his strong suit). He looks dapper enough, and quite unconcerned by any of the previous drama, having extracted himself from his feelings a bit.

If Cedric is there as promised, he'll saunter over to his table. ]

(If somebody were to, say, be occupying the training grounds for whatever reason that afternoon they may notice Gela walking there at quite a pace with both hands on her hips, like she is going somewhere, or is on a quick and nervous mission.

She pauses near the fencing and squints at the back that's to her, calling out,) Cedric?

( a while after their earlier conversation, when gwenaëlle has had time to let the worst initial sting fade into dull, disappointed ache— )

What we talked about— don't mention it to Clarisse, ouais?

[ someday, in the days following their encounter at the baths and ness' crystal address and all she's working on to become accustomed to thedas—someday in the aftermath of all that, cedric will return to his tent and find a small folded scrap of fabric pinned, along with a note, to the tent flap. the scrap of fabric, a match to the shift he so unceremoniously caught ness in that night if he looked closely at either, unfolds into a handkerchief. it may have been perfectly square when the fabric was cut, but the stitches around the edges aren't quite even, warping it somewhat, and the blue monogrammed c. c. in the lower left edge isn't the smoothest—these are the stitches of someone familiar with first principles of sewing and embroidery, but little practice in their finer applications. the note, by contrast, is written in a practiced, beautiful hand: ]

Mssr. Carsus,

I wanted to thank you for the kindness you showed me that night at the baths. It would have been all too easy for you to shower me with recriminations, to treat me with fear and distrust, and if you had it would have been deserved: It was irresponsible of me not to have said anything to anyone about my magic when I first became aware of it, I know that now and I knew that then. I was afraid and alone in a new world, and could not think of what else to do but hide, but that doesn't excuse my actions.

You did not treat me with the distrust I was due, though. You were kind, and you sat with me, and because of you I now begin to understand what I am capable of, and most importantly, how to keep the people around me safe from it. I cannot thank you enough for that. This token doesn't begin to approach the magnitude of that gift you gave me, but I offer it all the same, with my most sincere gratitude.

I hadn't met a templar before you, at least not one that I knew was a templar. If they're all like you, I'm glad they're here, just as I am glad you were there for me that night.

With deepest thanks,
Ennaris Tavane

[in Cedric's pigeonhole is a bottle of pretty good whiskey. a note, attached via twine around the bottle's neck, reads:

from your Secret Satina, Benedict]

[Not too long after the announcement.]

I don't know if there's a plan, for pressing for the perpetrators who attacked Amsel. But if you need a sword, I'm happy to volunteer.

[It sure doesn't sound like checking how Cedric's doing, so it has that going for it.]

Edited (immediate and catastrophic html failure) 2024-11-21 00:55 (UTC)

Cedric, could I bother you for a moment? I have a question about Nevarra.

Ser Carsus, my name is Connor Guerrin. Can I beg your ear for a moment? In person, if it's not too much trouble.

infirmary

action

Action, training grounds

crystal.

action-ish.

HO HO HO

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