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Quinn will be going home soon, if he has anything at all to say about it. Bar likes playing tricks with his time stream, it seems. But he figures he's had more than enough respite from the problem of the Americans, and he'd like very much to gather up the medical types he was looking for and bring them back to the castle now. The sooner it's begun, the sooner it'll be done.

Not that he won't miss this place when he goes, but... it's not really real, is it. Oh, it's real enough, it's solid, but it's not everyday life. It's not his world and it can't ever be, no matter how much he wishes it might be. He's got people to look after and dragons to deal with.

So- one last cup of coffee, then, before he goes looking for the people who'd spoken of an interest, and maybe Suzi, too.

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Sooraya's back inside, after her meeting with Rachel and watching Will at practice. She spots Quinn, and waves.
She'd offered. He hadn't yet made up his mind, when they last spoke, but if nothing else she'll offer her best wishes and ask what he needs from Bar. She makes a fairly good pack mule, so to speak, at times.

Quinn glances up at the motion and waves back. "Hallo, Sooraya," he calls. "How've you been?"

"Doing well," and there's a pleased smile on her face, though her eyes look
a bit as if she hadn't slept the previous night. "How are things going for you?" as she makes her way over to him.

"All right, I suppose," says Quinn. "I'll be going home soon. Dunno if you're still interested, but we could do with the extra help."

"I am," she replies at once. "I only didn't bring it up because I didn't want to seem I was pushing for that. You have enough headaches.
A question here; I've been thinking that you don't want these Americans to know you've got help from outside. Is my appearance," indicating the burqua, "going to get them asking questions you'd rather avoid? I can change while I'm there, if you'd think that's best."

((mun has to disappear shortly, but be back this afternoon))

"I don't think that'll be a problem," says Quinn after some thought. "They don't know who we've got living at the castle, after all. If you turn up in that, all we've got to do is say they hadn't met you yet. Not like they wouldn't've heard of that style of dress in the past, right?"

"Almost certainly they would've. Muslims aren't few in number or weren't..." leave that for now. "Ok. Well, I can be ready to go soon as I grab something from upstairs, and leave a note for some people." She goes and is back only a moment later, bag slung over one shoulder.

Quinn nods. "As soon as I've got Suzi and any other healers who wanted to come, we should be good to go. Thanks, Sooraya."

"You're welcome," she answers simply, and sits nearby to order her own drink and wait.

Suzi is around, of course. She always is when you get down to it. She comes in through the now regularly appearing door and makes a beeline to the first nager from home she'd ever seen.

(Quinn was really, really relieving, to be honest, when she first met him.)

"Hi, Quinn."

"Hallo, Suzi," says Quinn, looking up with a smile. "How're you doing, eh?"

"I'm alright." she beams down at him, then takes a seat (this changes her angle-of-beam to up again) "How about you?"

"Doing all right, I suppose," Quinn says. "I'm getting ready to head back home again. I've got to get hold of a woman named Nanny Ogg who said she might be interested, but it's time I went back to the castle. Think you'll be ready to come along?"

"Uh huh. I brought a long-sleeved shirt, I'll just run up and get it on?" She's not looking forward to that, and it's pretty clear in her voice, but she's going to do it in order to hide her arms.

That's the way things are, and a little discomfort is nothing compared to the damage back at the castle.

Quinn nods. "Thanks," he says. "I've got the supplies we'll be bringing back already, and we'll be having Sooraya Qadir along to help as well- she volunteered a while ago."

"Alright!" Suzi says cheerfully, "I liked her."

It only takes a few minutes for Suzi to change into sensible shoes (she does own some) and a loose long-sleeve shirt.

"Well," says Quinn with a bit of a smile, "this should be interesting, to say the least." He's gathered the remaining supplies himself. "I can't thank you enough for this, Suzi."

"There isn't a need to thank me, Quinn. Helping isn't just what I do, it's what I am." Suzi informs him, seriously, "Just point me where I'll be most help, I'm not too proud to get my hands dirty."

"Likely that'll be the American commander," says Quinn. "We've got all the wounded in the same general area, but if I can get him in my debt, I may have a chance of convincing him not to go ahead with the suicide mission to London."

He grimaces. "I hate having to think like that."

"It's the practical way to think." Suzi says, firmly, "And you don't have enough people to risk not thinking practically."

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