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After This Hel enters the bar from the lake door, the heavy red cloak wrapped tightly around herself.

She isn't upset, not really. She's just confused.

If the Aesar aren't all bad, what does that mean for her?

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Archie looks up as she passes. Expressions don't show quite as well on her face, but sometimes Archie can tell when something is wrong. Especially with one of his friends.

"...Hel?"

"Helgi."

Her response is quiet and calm. Yes, she's confused. That doesn't mean that she wants to share particularly. She's not good at that.

He won't pry, he understands not wanting to share, but he will be there.

"Er... how have you been faring?"

"I have been worse."

She has. There are lots worse things than a confusing conversation with another god.

"And yourself?"

Surely there is.

"I'm doing well. I've been doing my best to keep my eye for any troubles, that's about all really."

"I have none that need Security."

She assures him. Unfortunately relatives can not be jailed just for existing, so she's speaking only the truth.

"I am glad of that, my dear. Though in truth, I had just missed your company."

He smiles up at her a little.

"I have been around."

Just antisocial. And confused. She found a place warm enough to spend time without freezing.

"I know."

He'd have been terribly distressed if he found out that she had left without saying goodbye again.

She nods, once. She won't do that. The next time she leaves will be the last.

Somewhere, deep inside, she knows that.

She isn't the only one that knows it, and he worries for her. He knows though, that she prefers her quie, an dis content to let her speak if she will. He will be there to listen.

After a time she settles down onto the ground, and orders hot chocolate. If nothing else it can warm up her hand.

And perhaps at that he remembers, and a warming spell is cast surreptuously. He wonders if she'd also like a cushion.

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