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[It's the Blue Light, and Edmund is at the bar, one elbow on it, chin in hand. He's grown, today - thank you, full moon - and it's vaguely empty, still - it's late, and a Monday.]

I figure I ought to get out of this rut and actually do something. We lost a waitress and I need someone who actually knows alcohol, as well.

Does anyone need a job?

[ooc: if you want to meet Ed in the Blue Light, action is welcome!]

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Who else?

[He pushes a glass of water her way]

Drink.

[It takes a mighty effort to pick herself up enough to actually stand a chance at that, but she manages it. Such is her willpower.]

Where'm I?

The Blue Light.

[He's scowling]

Honestly, what happened?

Oh. [YAAAAAAAAAAAAWN.] S'funny. I thought I was walking to Blue's...

[She rubs her eyes, sipping the water and shaking her head as she tries to wake herself up.]

I've been awake awhile.

Are you on foot? Is Valor out there?

[Siroc is, if worse comes to worse.]

How long is a awhile?

Mmhmm. Er, no--yes, I just walked, no, Valor's not out there. He's in the Barn.

[Another yawn.]

A day or two? Closer to two, I think. No, it was...a few days, and then I had a nap, and then I was up again. So it's been a while, I think.

All right, I'm taking you home.

[He pulls her into his arms which are larger, now.]

Care to tell me why you've been marathoning as though you were at war?

[Not only does she not protest this, she almost instinctively tucks her head into his shoulder, taking advantage of the opportunity to close her eyes again.]

'S a message on the Network. A few...days ago. Cain was kidnapped and I was out looking. ...For him. Mmmnwe found him a little while ago.

So I ought to blame him is what you're saying.

[He pulls her out, carrying her outside.]

You should have called me.

No, you oughtn't. Wasn't his fault.

[Zero resistance on her part.]

I thought you were still at the house.

I decided I should probably at least see what mess my brother left me.

[He takes her to the makeshift barn where Siroc is relaxing]

I have to saddle him. We can ride double.

Nn, I can...walk. S'all right. S'not that far.

[Never mind that she is kind of wobbling as she says this.]

M'fine.

Are you out of your mind?

[No. He sets her down and begins to saddle Siroc]

It's over ten miles back.

Not that far.

[Perpetually stubborn, she is. But she still waits patiently, remembering to cover her mouth politely before she engages in any jaw-cracking yawns.]

[He just raises an eyebrow, shakes his head and finishes saddling. Then he lifts her up and gets her on the horse and leads him out before mounting himself with her snugly in front of him]

You'll pass out long before we get there.

I will not.

[She says, stubbornly, as she is already beginning to drowse again.]

'M just glad everything's...all right...now. [A languid pause, and then something occurs to her, belatedly.] Oh, you're older. It's that time again?

It looks like the spell continues.

M'glad. You're taller this way.

Used for my body. I should be used to it.

[Hes also warm]

[Have the weakest, most halfhearted shove of the century.]

Don't be awful, m'too tired to bicker.

Who's bickering? You ought to sleep.

M'allowed to like that you're tall for any reason I want. Because.

[Yawn.]

M'the princess, s'why.

I'm allowed to question it.

Because I'm a king.

Oh. Drat it all, you are.

I'm shocked you would forget such a thing.