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They sit quietly on one of the couches near the fire, chatting. Anyone who has seen Liir in the bar these past months, anyone who has spoken to him or even gotten him to speak back would probably be surprised at his animation, at how he speaks and moves and seems so very present. It has a great deal to do with the blond man sitting next to him sipping carefully at a cup of tea, listening quite intently.

There is no cigarette smoke, no verse, no morose and winding thoughts. Merely tea and conversation and a smile that will not go away even as his jaw aches fiercely from it.

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The blond man will be quietly drinking tea for a while. That little conversation was quite a lot to take in. He glances nervously several times at the curtain-covered Observation Window.

"--but at least you're here now."

He sighs, closes his eyes. One hand runs through his hair and a rueful little smile crosses his features.

"You know, if I'd have known you were coming, I would have waited."

And now his attention is redirected back to Liir. He tips his head to the side quizzically and raises an eyebrow.

"Waited for what?"

"Did a bit of chopping as it was getting long," he says, pulling his hair out to the tips with one hand. "You always look so posh, but I at least didn't look like a madman a couple of days ago."

He releases a breath he didn't know he was holding and unconsciously smooths his own hair.

"I'll give yours a look tonight and neaten it up a bit. Candle will appreciate it."

He looks at him suddenly. Of all the things they'd discussed last night, this was not one of them.

"You know where Candle is?"

He shrugs.

"I thought she was still at Apple Press Farm, but you say she isn't. Still, she'll turn up eventually, and she'll need our help. Little ones are a lot of work."

He looks down and swirls his teacup.

"You ought to have mentioned her to me sooner, Liir."

He winces, just a little, and turns away.

"Candle and I... things are rather complicated. And it wasn't as if we had ever so much time to discuss it."

He nods and decides to let this slide for the moment as the conversation is turning a little too private for the location.

"We'll all discuss it together later."

"If we find her. If she wanders in here."

He nods to the door.

"The door has just recently appeared again for me."

He looks up and finds no door himself, and looks away again.

"Perhaps you're meant to go and find her."

"Or perhaps I'm supposed to wait."

He peers at Trism.

"Where were you looking, Trism? Because unless you were at Apple Press Farm, you wouldn't have found me and I would have never found you. But this place brought you here."

"You weren't at Apple Press Farm, so I left it and escorted Glinda to her residence and began looking for you as I made my way back to Candle."

"So concerned for Candle?"

Jealousy? Odd, perhaps, and a little mad as he truly cared for the both of them, but there was some secret corner of his heart that turned cold at the thought of Trism holding affection for her.

Trism openly gives Liir the WTF face now.

"Of course I'm concerned for Candle! The woman is extremely pregnant, doing a large amount of manuel labor, and hosting your little tribe of Winkie friends. What would I not be concerned about here?"

"Did she tell you it's mine?"

There. There it was. There it was.

"Yes. She did."

His teacup is quite fascinating, really.

"Did she tell you how she came to... be with my child?"

"She hinted that it didn't come about in the usual way, but I didn't want to pry."

With her, at least. Liir is another story.

"I was not aware it had happened until after she was with child. And no, I was not drunk. You've seen me with too much beer in me. I can barely hold up a hand, let alone anything else."

He sighs tiredly, wishing he could just... have things work. Why did this all require so much damn effort?

"She healed me, after I fell from the broom, after the dragon attack," and he leaves that there. "It apparently saved my life."

He smirks just a little at the odd situation.

"Yes, I imagine it was quite restoring for you."

Trism is given a soft shove to the shoulder but all Liir wishes he could do at the moment is kiss him.

As twinkling blue eyes meet fiery green, he'll know that Trism feels the same way. They'll have time for that later tonight. Trism pats Liir's thigh in consolation.

"I'm sure you've had more memorable encounters since then."

He's certain of it.

"With her? Not a one."

It seems important to say. Oddly like betrayal, but important to say.

He snerks and drops his chin to his chest, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.

"I wasn't talking about Candle, Liir."