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Cywyllog is sitting by the observation window, but is observing the geneal mayhem in the bar as opposed to the stars. She, being one of the few not having to worry about their tab as she pays hers regularly, is torn between being amused and feeling sorry for the rest.

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Lust walks over. "Good evening, Lady Cywyllog. How have you been?"

"Things could be better, but I will be all right." She offers a half smile. "And yourself?"

She shrugs. "Well enough for now. Is there anything I can do?"

"There is nothing to be done but..." She pauses. "You might be a good person to talk to about it."

She takes a seat curiously. "What is it?"

"Well, my husband's Aunt is visiting us. She and I do not get along, so there is some stress there." Another pause.

"Also, one of his cousins and his new wife have come to stay in Camelot." She fidgets a little. "He and I were... fond of each other some years ago."

"Go on ..." She was listening first, and would think after.

"My husband knows and that adds to the stress, having him watch me more than usual." She frowns. "Even though Gaheris obviously feels nothing for me any longer."

"Do you have any feelings for this Gaheris?"

Cywyllog shrugs.

"I do not know. I feel rather like the woman in your village, I think. Felt for someone, had him taken away and when he returns, he cares for someone else."

"I gave Roger up," she says quietly. Almost defensively, but not quite.

"I did not mean it as an insult to you." She sighs.

"It is just another reminder that I am not needed or wanted by anyone."

"Then stay here."

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There is another observer, a tea-drinking one. She smiles at the other woman.
"Hello," she says with a nod and a smile.

"Good evening." Cywyllog returns the smile, setting aside her own cup of tea. "It has been rather busy the last few nights, has it not?"

"I would not know. I have been keeping mostly to my room as of late. Everyone seems to be fretting over their bills, eager to make money to pay them." Jane also sets aside her tea.

"Indeed. It is an unfortunate predicament many find themselves in. I hope they are able to find a way."

"Then you are not yourself in such a predicament?" The woman does not look to be of extreme wealth, but one can never tell in Milliways. Jane sincerely hopes that the other woman could not hear the strain of envy in her voice. She inwardly sighed and scolded herself. The Lord would provide for her, in some manner.

She shakes her head with a small smile.

"No, I am not. I am well provided for at home and I have learned to carry coin with me in case I am brought here unexpectedly. Jewelry also works if I forget."

"Than you are not bound to this place? How very fortunate, to have such an escape, an adventure.
It occurs to Jane suddenly that perhaps she should have kept Mr Rochester's engagement ring, the only piece of jewelry she ever owned. She rubs her left ring finger ruefully, remembering how not long ago she had orn that ring with pride and love.

Cywyllog notices the woman's actions and glances at her own wedding ring. It makes her wonder who this woman is missing.

"I am now, but I was not for some weeks. You are Bound, then?"

"I am; I have been since I stumbled upon Milliways oone dark and stormy night out on the moor. I am grateful, although I often feel I have stumbled into the world of the Fairy!" She says it with a smile, especially to deflect the other woman's probing looks.

Cywyllog laughs softly. "I thought I was dreaming when I first arrived. It took a few days to realize to accept I was not. How long have you been here?"

"I have been here for several months, although it feels like much less than that.I am afraid I have not met many people. I am not used to such crowded social spaces. YYou have also been bound for several months?"

She nods.

"Yes, the first time it was two months. It changes each time." She then smiles. "I am sorry, I have forgotten my manners. I am Lady Cywyllog, who might you be?"