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[not_his_pa]

Mark's getting better but there's always something to do. Its been over a week since William found a door and he's glad to spot one.

He finds a chair near the fire, orders coffee and biscuits before pulling out the dime novel he's reading and does his best to read and not fall asleep.

Maybe after he's had some coffee, he can look around for folks he knows and figure out what needs to be done as spring gets closer.

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[katyafeline.livejournal.com]

He's so tired. Silly boy, running himself so ragged. She hums something, soft and sweet, as she watches him from her sprawled spot in the rafters.

And if she's pushing him just a bit to fall asleep... well. He is being a silly boy.

[not_his_pa]

It doesn't take much of a push before his book falls from his hands and his hat slips over his eyes and he sleeps.

Not for as long as he should since someone steps loudly and he startles awake.

[katyafeline.livejournal.com]

She tsks, annoyed at herself for not setting up a ward. She's out of practice, and can feel how rusty she's getting with every day that passes.

Katya hops down, landing softly, close enough to reach out and tip his hat forward again.

"Silly boy."

[not_his_pa]

Now he does jump and grabs his hat,

"Don't do that. What if I'd been armed?"

[katyafeline.livejournal.com]

She snickers outright at that, flopping into a nearby chair.

"Bah, those little toys?" Anton carries one, she knows, for vampires and werewolves, in case the amulets aren't enough... but she's never really seen the point. Bullets are too easily dodged. "You worry too much."

[not_his_pa]

"Ain't toys, get folks killed all the time. I've been tryin' to worry less, Mark's slowly gettin' better,"

He pouts as he settles back in his chair, he's just doing what he needs to.

[katyafeline.livejournal.com]

"Toys." She retorts, her mood growing more obstinate by the day, the longer she is trapped here without purpose. "Toys for boys. Why would you carry such a thing anyway?"

[not_his_pa]

"To keep safe, not all the time but usually have a rifle when I'm ridin' farther out."

[katyafeline.livejournal.com]

She huffs, rolling her eyes.

"Learn to duck first, silly boy, before you go throwing things at others."

[not_his_pa]

"Just doin' what anyone else would do. What my Pa would do,"

He has to be a man not a boy.

[katyafeline.livejournal.com]

"Do what no one else would do - that will serve you better." She retorts, from the depth of the cushions she has snuggled into.

The chorus of that complaint is now getting repetitious, but it's said anyway.

[not_his_pa]

"Yeah, and might get me killed,"

She's just in a bad mood tonight and he pushes over the biscuits and looks for a rat, his coffee's gone cold.

[katyafeline.livejournal.com]

She huffs at him, a glower from her chair retreat.
"Learn how to duck, silly boy, and you won't be." Clearly the normally affable girl is on edge. If she were home, in Russia, this would be about when she'd call up Gesar and ask for some of the long-put-off time away from Moscow for a little while.

[starrydome]

"Well met, young William," Elrond murmurs and indicates the chair next to William's. "May I join you or would you rather enjoy your book?"

[not_his_pa]

Elrond's voice stirs him from his almost sleep,

"Please join me, sir. My book can wait."

[starrydome]

Elrond sits down, and looks a little closer at the young man's face. "How fares your brother?" he asks. Kindly.

He looks tired. Like he ought find a bed instead of a book and a chair.

[not_his_pa]

"He's doin' better. Doctor Sandhu told me it would take time, but he ain't coughin' as much,"

William will in time, he likes that here he can read and just have some moments of borrowed time.

[starrydome]

"That is good news," Elrond says, smiling.

He has brough a mug of tea with him and now he takes a small sip from it before continuing, "And how are you?" In his best healer's voice. Calm. Kind. Not taking evasions for answers.

[not_his_pa]

"Doin' good, sir, busy but never not doin' somethin',"

Seeing Elrond drink his tea reminds William that he has a coffee and picks his mug up along with a biscuit.

[starrydome]

"Keeping busy is good," Elrond agrees. "But do you get enough rest? Responsibility is not the comfiest pillow."

[not_his_pa]

"I do, every night,"

He's not sure if its really enough but its what he gets.

[starrydome]

"Resting a little here still might do you good," Elrond says. "We are of no use to those in our care if we are exhausted."

[not_his_pa]

"I try not to be, makes my Ma worry too much."

[starrydome]

"That is what parents do, I think. Every time my sons ride out I worry. And they have been grown for a long while now."

[not_his_pa]

"Yeah, I try and not give her too much cause for it."