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Enter Arithon, from the House of Arch.

In the sake of padding the entrance post: fal'al'Door Arithon fal'al'Bernard

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She nods. "I know. I just.. want to hear ideas. Options." A deep breath and sigh.

"I'm sorry. I don't have any."

He looks at his ale as though it could help. The ale is silent.

Neither does her hot chocolate, alas.

"...how do you see things?"

"I know you will come back, if you go. But I can not tell you what you should do."

But if she asks? He'll scry for it.

A slow nod. "... just... how sure are those things, that you see?"

"Certain enough that I have staked my life on them."

"... oh." As much as she cares for Arithon, finding out he could make mistakes on such a thing would have been nice.

He has. Sometimes. But....he's still certain enough that he's staked his life on it.

She sips her hot chocolate, finally. ".... back, you said. Here."

"Back. Here."

Bleeding on the floor, people calling for healers....he swallows, and smiles at her. It takes effort, but it looks fine.

And the mun is evil. Svava nods, with a faint smile to Arithon, taking a bit of hope in his reassurance.

He'll pay for it later. But he smiles at her again, and takes a long drink of ale.

"I wonder if anyone back at Asgard even knows I'm missing." She mutters, after a while.

Is there a safe response to that?

~~Its a much safer question than the dressed "does my rear look big in this?", really.~~

Thankfully, Svava's not expecting an answer. The only people around here from 'home' that she knows of are exiled from there.

So he's safely silent.

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