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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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"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.

Susan nods.

"Aye, that one I ken."

"Joe would have me do the same with the other. By dead-letter."

Pause.

"Bernard said that the holy man on this sigul is the patron of travellers."

With a glance at him to be certain he doesn't mind, she reaches out slowly to trace the pattern on the medallion.

"And he sent it to thee."

(a long hard road - I chose the Tower)

He doesn't mind.

"He did." Pause. "When Jake was not well, Joe gave it to him. For protection. A sigul of protection, in his world, it seems."

Her hand on the medal stills, and she looks up at him.

"For protection." A soft, sad smile. "Aye, well-- then I'll hope that it may work well for thee, say true."

"And I say thankya."

His voice is gentle. His expression is stony.

Everyone is leaving. Eddie. Jake. Cuthbert and Susan, too, in their way. Joe is gone. And the Lady Death...well.

They are not an-tet here, but they are still one from many, and Susan Delgado has ever been able to tell some things about Roland. She looks uncertainly at his stony expression, and lets her hand fall away.

Roland turns away, quietly asks for a cup of coffee, and drinks.

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