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[thewidewideworld]

From here.

The room is comfortingly neutral, warmly lit but without overt decoration. A couple of padded benches and a small bathroom, should they need it.

"Will this suit our need?" Sinric asks softly.

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[thewidewideworld]

He blinks, trying not to let the long dead behind those words surface too near him.

He gets up and stretches, his dancer's grace diminished by the pain and weakness in his body.

[manofbusiness]

"Have you seen a doctor since I fetched you in?" Childermass asks. "Or is it only that you need more rest?"

[thewidewideworld]

"One dear to me here is a doctor. He has seen to my wounds and advised me on foods to eat to regain my strength. What I have lost through lack of care, I can only regain with care and time."

[manofbusiness]

He nods.

"True enough. I trust you will follow his advice."

[thewidewideworld]

"I trust that he will remind me if I start to stray." He sighs, "I won't return to my world for some time. Not until I am sure I have regained what has been lost." In health and in sanity.

[manofbusiness]

"Likely for the best", he agrees. "Particularly if you have something to face there."

[thewidewideworld]

"I do." He lifts eyes that still harbour a core of darkness. "I have much to face, myself no less than them."

He shivers as that thread pulls at him. He clenches his fists, making the gold net flare for a moment. "Will you forgive me? I think it's best I rest now."

[manofbusiness]

"There is nothing to forgive." He turns for the door. "If you should wish another lesson, just send a note."

[thewidewideworld]

"I will." He steps back and bows deeply, a gesture of profound respect.

[manofbusiness]

That gets another faint smile.

"Until next time, then, be well."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric nods. "And you, sir." He turns and slips silently out the door.

{ooc: that was lovely, thank you. They make an interesting pair.}

[manofbusiness]

[ooc: they do!]