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Hel is far too large to fit into the bar now, but the rats remember the tall young woman who tipped so very well and information is passed along until, at the last, the even taller, not so young, woman by the lake is greeted with a pitcher of hot chocolate (with peppers), a Jaguar tooth, and a card.

Eventually she'll test the card. Eventually, when she's up to risking disappointment. For now she's just going to look at the precious items she spent so long thinking were gone.

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'A life of waiting isn't much of a life.'

But it's what it is, he knows that. Theu've talked about it before. She's a goddess and half-dead and her fate has been written for more years than he can comprehend.

Ramon just shrugs.

'Life. Random.'

"Come, sit with me and speak." Hel offers, patting the ground next to her, "I don't have much comfort to give, but I can listen to you and be here."

They have talked about it, and nothing has changed.

He sighs and nods, sitting down next to her. He's not the 'talking it over' type but not talking hasn't got him anywhere and anyway, Hel is always nice to sit with.

'He's King of Amber. I haven't seen him in almost six months. And he's married to some woman. I've got nothing to do and I still can't go home.'

The situation in brief. He hard;y needs to spell out that the crux of it all is that he misses him.

Hel can't exactly toss an arm around his shoulder for comfort, but she can gently lean him against her living side with a light push, "Oh, Ramon." she says quietly. Not in pity, no, but with understanding of just what it means to lose everyone.

'Yeah, well.'

He does lean against her - bar Random, she's the only person he'd do this with.

'We're still technically together I suppose. We haven't seperated. I jut haven't seen him and he doesn't have any time and I can't go to Amber because he thinks someone will kill me.'

And he's half convinced he's sleeping with his wife, though he siad he wouldn't but fuck, how long has it been now?

"And you are used to being the center of the world." Which is not, her faintly slurred voice says, a bad thing. It is merely a thing, and it is a thing which he has not been of late.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, Ramon has never thought of it in those terms before. It wouldn't occur to him not to be the centre of the world. It's just the way things are.

'I wouldn't say that.'

He sighs.

'I'm just bored.'

"Is there anything I can do, minn kötter?" Hel asks quietly, looking down at him.

'Teach me how to talk with teenagers?'

He laughs and waves a hand.

'I'm kidding, forget it. No, there's nothing anyone can do. I have to fix this myself.'

He nudges her gently in the side with his shoulder.

'Thanks though.'

"You did very well with me." Hel points out, mussing his hair with one finger, "But I am here again, now, and will continue to be here for you."

'You're a girl though,' he points out, with a smile. 'And not one of my nearly-forgotten sons.'

It is, obviously, complicated.

'You're always good to me, Hel. I don't know what I did to deserve the attentions of a goddess but I appreciate it all the same.'

"So I am." Hel agrees wryly, "I have never been a son. But, minn kötter it was never a goddess that you earned the attentions of. It was that you treated me as a person, and for that you deserve all that I have to give.

"Getting my attentions as goddess is far less pleasant."

'...that's a good point.'

Girl or not, he imagines that pissing Hel off in goddess mode would probably be a really stupid idea.

'Speaking of which, do you want a drink? Some chocolate?'

Hel smiles down at him and says, "I would be very happy to have some, but I am far too large for the door now." Possibly not the main room, provided that she slumped, but the door?

Way too small.

'I can go and get it,' he offers. 'It's no bother.'

Without waiting for a reply, he gets up and heads towards the bar. Least he can do after unloading on her.

Hel simply settles down more comfortably to wait for her oldest friend. It is not, after all, as though she hasn't unloaded on him for longer than human history.

She remembers her teenage centuries. It could not have been easy being her friend.

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