[Once everyone's been locked in for the night and Nala has finished clawing at the door, Sorawo is just gonna quietly stack some big, heavy tomes right in front of the door before finding someplace to settle down for the night.]
[Someone is here and unfortunately in mandatory gay baby jail on one of the chairs, considering the state of him. But he has since been properly Healer Lamped and bandaged up and is now stuck staring up at the ceiling with his one good eye.]
[Well he can spot Urianger having to do charades with her at the door, so he foregos the quip, a little bow of his head before he pantomimes something to write with. Thank the Twelve he's ambidextrous.]
[Someone should be in bed, to be completely honest. But after reaching a compromise, Urianger brought Thancred over here to meet with Y'shtola, provided he sit and rest. So the uncomfortable desk chair has been furnished with some blankets and pillows, and a small ottoman found in one of the dusty corners has been moved to let him put his feet up.
Urianger adjusts the blanket atop Thancred before sitting down beside him.]
[A long-suffering sigh, too dramatic to be serious as he shifts his weight to accomodate for the addition.]
And here I'd meant to use this time to share things of import, not put myself to rest. [Except that was never gonna happen one without the other when he knew both of his fellow Scions would be here. But he craves levity right now. Anything.] I'd be thoroughly embarrassed to go dozing off in front of poor Sorawo for a second time.
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[ Ah, she can certain feel eyes on her, and Nala's presence so close to her enough to alert Y'shtola to it, so it only takes a tap or two for her to look up.
[Once she's piled up some books by the door, and Nala's helped by piling on some additional chairs, Sorawo will settle in a corner to wait out the rest of the night. It's from this corner that she calls out to Y'shtola:]
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Urianger gets up from his spot near Thancred to go to her.]
Miss Nala, what troubleth thee?
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Yeah...]
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Okay, okay. After giving her an apologetic look, he hurries to the desk so he can write the same question on a piece of paper to show her.]
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Once she's settled:]
May I ask how thou farest, Sorawo?
[He would not blame her if the answer was some degree of "bad" because boy is he feeling that too.]
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[Not that she can be certain, but...]
The only thing I've lost all week is my sense of smell.
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That's the spirit.
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[Said from his seat in probably-the-only-chair-left what is nala doing]
A pity we can't set up something a little more subtle, but that'll do.
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And the cycle continues, eh.
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Urianger adjusts the blanket atop Thancred before sitting down beside him.]
So it doth. No rest for the weary, as ever...
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Thoughโฆ she isnโt really reading it, not at this time. ]
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She smiles. ]
In need of something?
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[A careful prod from where he sits.]
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[ Her smile is tired, but it's there. ]
I have good reason to be. Wouldn't you agree, Thancred?
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He sets a fresh cup of tea in front of her and joins her at the table.]
I would make a comment about Thancred driving us to gray early, but...
[He smiles, tired. Doesn't really work for either of them, does it?]
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She laughs, tired but still with some humor. ]
Well... we can lodge complaints anyway. Certainly loud enough for him to overhear.
[ It's their right!! But, more importantly... her voice lowers, slightly. ]
How are you faring, Urianger?
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Are you working on a problem, or...?
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Muffin bar for Thancred, fruit and crisps for the others. ]