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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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"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.

"I see," says Amy. "And will you finish it without him, or stop?"

"-of course." Wellard blinks, nodding. "I do plan on finishing it, though at the moment I'm helping Captain Sparrow repair his ship, instead."

He smiles a bit wryly. "Quite the same techniques for a good portion of it."

"Just without the flying?

"What happened to Captain Sparrow's ship? And it's on the lake?"

"Oh, no- it will fly." He smiles faintly. "That's quite the idea behind building it- there's a few things we're doing to it, that wouldn't let it sit well on the water, really."

"Ah... The Kraken attacked it." Wellard frowns, sighing quietly. "If you've ever heard of such a thing. The ship is rather tore up badly."

"I don't think I . . . this thing tore up a whole ship? That can't possibly be good."

Amy frowns.

"The Kraken is supposed to be big enough to drag a whole ship under, Amy." Wellard bites his lip, thinking.

"So... it would be able to tear it to pieces as well, I would think."

"Heavens."

Amy shudders a little.

"Captain Sparrow is all right, though?"

"Ah. He seems to be quite alright." Wellard nods, carefully.

"He is here with his ship, so that... is one thing, at least."