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[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Still underweight but no longer dehydrated.

If Arithon had a god, he'd thank (him/her/it). No more of the vile orange stuff. He exits the House of Arch, and finds a table. Tashka, the rat, sets food in front of him and with a sigh he thanks (and pays) her.

Arithon is getting very, very tired of eating.

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Hello, Arithon!"

Asar-Suti turns up from the building site of the new staff quarters, slightly dusty, wiping his hands on a cloth. Because, library.

"Feel up to getting to know the library?"

He notices the absence of the pint glass, and adds, "You do actually look a bit more alive today."

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

"A relief, to be sure."

He's getting his snark back. Its wonderful.

"I should be pleased to see the library, yes."

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti gets a mug of coffee from the coffee machine and sits down with Arithon.

"I can wait until you've finished eating," he says pleasantly. "I'm sure the rat would be offended if you didn't eat it up. Gil made those pies, by the way - we got some as well, working on the staff quarters."

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

"E'Tashkamaien takes good care of me."

His lips quirk, wryly, and he nods at the comments on who made the food. He doesn't know Gil. He eats rapidly, and with efficiency.

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"But even the best, hand-made food gets a bit boring when there could be books," Asar-Suti remarks.

He rather looks forward to showing Arithon the library.