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It's been almost four months, in Ambergeldar, since Amy came into the bar. Four rather tiring months, really, spent criss-crossing the country so she could be introduced to a populace. But that all ended last week, in early October, almost two months early, and she's back, looking about for her friends.

The slight curve to her stomach could be the result of the fashion of her dress, or even a trick of the light. But given the way she's smiling . . . it's probably not.

Amy is back. And she has News.

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Milliways, and odd times- it has not been that long since Wellard has seen Amy, but that hardly means he is not happy to see her again-

Thus, here is someone to see her who has no clue about fashions or dresses, but is just rather happy to see Amy in the bar.

"Henry, hello," says Amy, and he should be used to getting hugged by now, right?

"How've you been?"

Getting use to it, yes- So it is hardly any moment of surprise before Wellard hugs her back.

"Quite well enough- and you, Amy?"

"Happy to be back. Happy to not be traveling about the kingdom," she says.

"Oh, and pregnant."

It takes skill to choke on nothing but air.

Wellard manages this, eyeing Amy wide-eyed.

"You? You're pregnant?"

Amy laughs. "I am a married woman, Henry. For the last six months. It's not unheard of."

In fact, given that she's a queen, it's sort of expected.

Here is when his cheeks flush brilliant red. It is one thing to tease Mr Kennedy about such things, but.... Not quite Amy.

Brilliant red, and finally a sloooooooow nod.

"Ah-"

Well, no. Amy is a girl.

And one who will take pity on him.

"Tea? I was thinking of getting a cup."

"Ah- tea, yes." Wellard blinks, then looks at her.

"I'll go get it. You should... probably be resting. Or something like that."

"I'm more than capable of getting tea," she says, getting up, laughing.

"Honestly, you're worse than Perry."

"Well, its..." Wellard flails at her, hands motioning towards Amy's midsection.

"Its certainly no problem for me to get the tea."

"Sit down, Henry," she says, and goes off to get tea.

She's back a few moments later, with a tray.

Not quite a lot of sitting going on, at least until Amy gets back, and then Wellard relunctantly takes a seat.

"But... aren't you supposed to be resting, and... and such?"

"I rest a great deal, but I really do feel fine. And I can't rest all the time. Any way, carrying a tea tray is hardly hard work."

She won't mention that she got up this morning and went riding.

"Is it four sugars?"

"-If you do say so." Wellard eyes her, but Amy does seem fine, and...

Well, anyone would know more about this subject than he would. So it is more than possible that she is right. A deep breath, and he nods.

"Four sugars, and cream. ... Thank you."

"I have fairy-given Health, you know, Henry," she says, reassuringly, setting the tea in front of him. "And the best doctors in Ambergeldar. I really will be all right. I promise.

"And how have you been?"

"... oh." Oddly enough, that explanation actually does work as some reassurance, and Wellard relaxes. Slightly, at least.

He picks up his tea cup, and manages a faint smile.

"Things rather keep busy and interesting, around here. People coming and going."

"People seem to do that here rather a lot," says Amy. "Has it been a good busy and interesting or a gloomy one?"

Just the pause needed to figure out how to answer that question may be answer enough. Wellard gives a faint, humorless smile to his cup of tea.

"Captain Jack did find his way back to the bar- with his ship as well. The Pearl is out on the lake; we're working on repairing the damage. Then, someone else I know, he- he rather left the bar."

Amy's left hand closes around the necklace she always wears, as unqueenly as it is.

"I'm sorry, Henry. I assume you mean he's left permenantly."

Wellard nods slowly.

"He- he was dead, and... I guess he rather thought it was time to go... where he was to be going."

"A person very dear to me left for . . . heaven, I suppose, is as good a term as any, months ago. I still miss her."

A moment, and then she lets go of the necklace.

"Is there anything I can do?"

Wellard takes a careful sip of the tea.

"... I do not quite know."

"Would it help to talk about him?" she asks.

"Well, he was helping me with designing the ship- the ships from his own world are quite close to the sorts I know, so... it was rather easy for us to figure thing out, even if the terms were different." Wellard shrugs.