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She comes in through the lake door, dressed for riding and with her hair in a long braid down her back... and marsh violets woven into the braid.

As Susan Delgado goes to the bar, it's apparent that soon there will be hot chocolate, as well. Sometimes, it's the little things that bring contentment, say true.

[OOC for Millichannel: Susan and Anthy discuss how to braid hair, which Anthy does not know and which Susan offers to help with; Tony Almeida and Susan are well-met and talk about different worlds, languages, terrorism, military strategy, and oh yes, gunslingers; Roland and Susan discuss Tim's death, Pat Delgado's visit, Joanie, and then Joe's St. Christopher's medal, which brings woe; and then later on, Ace bounces by and shares hugs and the joyful news of Tim's return to the living, for great yay.]

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He returns the gesture. "I'm never not."

He's a liar, of course. But he doesn't let himself think about that.

Susan, daughter of Pat, is trig enough not to believe that for a moment-- aye, she knows better, knows it very well-- but she's also wise enough to know that there's no kindness in pointing it out.

Silence between them, then, for a moment; but not an uncomfortable one, mayhap.

"So. Tell me -- how close are the stables to being completed?"

"Very near, say true." She brightens visibly at the thought. "A few days at the most, I'd think."

"It is very well." Smiling. "And have you moved into the staff quarters yet?"

"Aye." Susan laughs softly. "Joanie didn't take well at all to the move."

"And how did she make her feelings known?"

"Loudly."

Her expression is very rueful indeed.

"Say sorry."

Roland is very carefully not smiling.

But she is, oh aye, suddenly and brightly.

"Mayhap she'd be happier staying with ye, instead?"

Yeah, if she wants to be elephant sandwich by the end of her first day with Roland.

~~"Have you eaten dog?" "That's right, lady -- eaten one and lived like one."~~

"I think not."

"She liked ye, though," Susan says. "Or mayhap it were only that ye fed her, but still--"

She is, very obviously, gently teasing him.

Children and small animals flee from Roland. Unless their name happens to be Sunny.

Roland shrugs. "She's better off with you."

"If thee say so, Roland." Susan's smile is very slightly wry, now.

"I do."

He, on the other hand, is deadpan.

"Aye, well; I'd not know how to explain it to her anyhow."

Roland blinks.

"Do you talk to her often?"

"Not more than I'd talk to Kiseki, mayhap, or--"

She breaks off, looking at Roland with a little surprise.

"-- she doesn't answer, or anything of that sort."

"I should hope not."

Roland sounds slightly horrified.

Susan shakes her head firmly.

"Nay, the only creature here that's answered were a mouse--"

Roland just stares.

"... I can't explain it, Roland. I don't understand it, say true."

She remembers it well, though.

"She were at the bar, and she spoke, and she had a name and a home and everything. Sai Scuttle."

A pause.

"There are many strange things here, oh aye."

Roland laughs silently for a moment. "You say true indeed, Sue."

The medal and cross he wears are suddenly visible. They catch the light and shine.

And as they catch the light, so they catch her eye. Susan's glance drops to the two talismans, and then she looks up at him, clearly questioning.

"You know the story of this sigul, I wot. Al did." Roland touches the cross.