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[river_meimei]

[OOM: Old friends never really leave. Or maybe it's that they never really stay.]

River should be in bed, by ship's time. She was, earlier.

She's awake now. And quieter than sometimes, maybe, but not bleary-eyed, and it's nothing strange for her to be wearing only a loose sundress over biking shorts and bare feet.

The chairs by the fire are comfortable, though, and she's curled up in one now, her hands wrapped around a mug of hibiscus tea. She's watching the room, more or less; it's as hard as ever to tell what she might see in it.

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[killitwithfire]

She may or may not notice Axel returning to his seat by the fire. (His mug has pepper tea.)

He notices her though; she wasn't there when he left.

"Hey," he says, giving her a nod, as he sits down.

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Nathan find himself glancing at the book about fathers and distant daughters despite himself. But he was being discreet about it.

Also sitting near the fire. Things always came back to fire. His brother. The fire where he saved the girl. Because of the other fire that he thought he had lost Meredith... and Claire.

He then glanced over and noticed River.

"Evening," he quietly said.