"Eska healed my ribs yesterday, and the bruises have mostly faded. Physically, I'm great. Mentally, I'm getting there." She smiles, though there is a serious undertone to it. "Frankly, I'm more worried about Ace than anyone, though she is strong."
"Thank goodness for Eska. We chatted this morning, and just going around with her about things helped me. Not sure how much it helped her, though. She went through something rough, and isn't ready to talk about it yet.
"And that reminds me - you know this without me saying it, but if you need to talk about what happened to you and Murphy and Fray, I'm here. And if you aren't ready to talk, or don't need to, that's okay too." He gives her hand the squeeze that's come to mean "I'm here."
"Ace is amazing. I didn't think she'd be able to speak, and she did. One of the best eulogies, too. I have to get to know her better. Did I tell you she even made sure to tell me how much Tim respected me? She's something."
"It definitely made me choke up," she says quietly. "And..she is amazing. I'm awed by her in many ways."
"And thanks for the offer," she leans over to peck his cheek, "but..well, I'll talk about it with you soon. It was easier speaking to someone I didn't know well for some reason."
"No, I understand. I was doing that for Jaina Solo earlier. I know her but not well, and she was telling me about some...personal stuff. A lot of the time having an outsider hear things works. I'm not sure why, but you can't argue with success.
"Till then, I'll be here to not talk about it." And he smiles, being just a touch sappy.
"There was one other eulogoy that was really touching. The poem the cowboy read."
*Iris smiles pleasantly and leans forward to shake Sara's hand slightly*
"Delightful to meet you Sara Sidle, I am the Sorceress Iris." she slides back into her seat. "I just found this place last night, and I must say Milliways is a rather interesting place to say the least" she glances at a cat on the bar and smirks.
"Well, I met a pretty white cat. Yrael met easy prey, it seems" she says laughing. "So where are you from, Sara Sidle?" she says turning her attention back to more polite company.
"I am from Xanth, the Isle of Illusion. I think we are in the middle or so of the Golden Age. We do not really worry about the counting of time." Iris replies as she tries to remember the year.
Tony is also by the fireplace (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/4512898.html), with his precious Cubs mug in hand. He also has something rather interesting on his foot...like a cast.
Ace is sneaky. Or possibly just very quiet after a trying day. But now she's sitting by Sara, offering a polaroid picture (http://www.livejournal.com/users/timsbooks/9308.html?thread=249948#t249948) to her friend.
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He gives her a kiss and a gentle hug, and then sits next to her.
"How are your ribs? And for that matter, the rest of you?"
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"And that reminds me - you know this without me saying it, but if you need to talk about what happened to you and Murphy and Fray, I'm here. And if you aren't ready to talk, or don't need to, that's okay too." He gives her hand the squeeze that's come to mean "I'm here."
"Ace is amazing. I didn't think she'd be able to speak, and she did. One of the best eulogies, too. I have to get to know her better. Did I tell you she even made sure to tell me how much Tim respected me? She's something."
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"And thanks for the offer," she leans over to peck his cheek, "but..well, I'll talk about it with you soon. It was easier speaking to someone I didn't know well for some reason."
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"Till then, I'll be here to not talk about it." And he smiles, being just a touch sappy.
"There was one other eulogoy that was really touching. The poem the cowboy read."
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"Hello. Have we met?"
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"Delightful to meet you Sara Sidle, I am the Sorceress Iris." she slides back into her seat. "I just found this place last night, and I must say Milliways is a rather interesting place to say the least" she glances at a cat on the bar and smirks.
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She too glances at the bar, her smile becoming wry. "I see you met Yrael."
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"Well, I met a pretty white cat. Yrael met easy prey, it seems" she says laughing. "So where are you from, Sara Sidle?" she says turning her attention back to more polite company.
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"Why did you fall down the stairs?"
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