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Ace in a bar.

Actually, more like Ace in a booth in the far corner of the bar, staring disconsolately at the picked-apart mess that used to be a peanut butter and marmite sandwich. Come ask her what the hell she was thinking. Or why she's still here, when there is clearly a sign on the board that says she isn't.

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Svava's gotten two chocolate milkshakes from the bar. One is set down in front of Ace, as she sits down across from the pyro.

"Hello." Softly.

She looks up sharply at the appearance of the milkshake. It's quite obvious she's been crying. It's also obvious she got very little sleep last night. Then she ducks her head again.
"Lo, Svava."

".... do you want to talk?" If Ace doesn't, Svava can understand that all too well.

Svava still reaches over to put her hand on Ace's.

For a few minutes, it's almost as if Svava isn't there, for all the reaction she gets.

"He's dying. My fault."

Svava closes her eyes, wincing.

"Not your fault, Ace. How could it be your fault?"

"Because I tried to leave last night, and he had to pull of some insane magical stunt to stop me. Because I am too much of a bleedin' idiot. He went too far, and now he's dying." Her voice is tired, and quiet.

"... Anyone here would have tried to stop you. No matter what would have happened." A quiet sigh, and Svava bites her lip.

"We won't let him die, either."

"Baby won't let anyone in. Says it's dangerous." Won't let her in, more to the point. "Can't see him."

"... Baby is magic, yes? Made of magic, does magic... specially if she's going to be holding poeple who could use magic to get out."

She nods, not entirely sure where Svava is going with this.
"Tim made her. S'like the Bar and Bernard, almost."

"... she should be able to let other magic through, then. If needed."

And if Svava can think of something. She sighs, biting her lip.

"... I lost my blade, back at Vigard, or else I could try a helgisiðir to help him. That's... that's different from the runes, and it works when regular healing does't."

She shakes her head fiercely.
"No. No more magic. It just makes it worse once it wears off. He can't take any more." She's been stupid once. She will not allow him to be hurt more.

Svava blinks, looking at Ace, then nods.
"Alright. ... Don't know how it would help... and nothing else is. It was just an idea- I want to be able to do something!"

"So did I." She says, quietly, studying the slowly melting milkshake. "Wanted to help. Make it better. Wasn't useful here, just makin' things worse, so... leaving was the logical choice... but it wasn't."

"And how would leaving make things better" Svava eyes Ace.

"You'd be missed by everyone here. You're needed, here."

More staring at the milkshake. It's facinating.
"Hard to see that. Seems like I'm not helping at all. Hurting, rather."

"... that's a risk when you love someone." Quietly. "There's hurts that go with the joys. That's also life, Ace."

"M'afraid it'll go all lopsided." She's lived there. Doesn't intend to be the cause of it.

"It won't. You both love each other, more than a good many people I've seen." A faint, smile, and she squeezes Ace's hand.

"It won't go lopsided. So- Tim is sick now. He will get better. You'll see."

"Hope so." It's hard to do anything besides imagine the worse when you can't see what's going on.

Ace is very imaginative.

A sigh, and a quiet nod from Svava. She toys with her own chocolate milkshake.

"... I never did tell you how I used the nitro, did I?"

She shakes her head. No. She hadn't wanted to pry.

"You don't have to tell me." She gathers there wasn't anything in that battle worth celebrating.

Svava shrugs, a bit.

"It worked. Very well. I don't know if anything else would have taken out Garm."

Not much worth celebrating, but you can take small victories where you can. And it had been one, in the middle of that battle.

She doesn't know Garm from grandma, but she understands the concept of unbeatable opponent.
"They've a history of taking out big bads."

"I can imagine." A faint smile. "It did work well. Right down the jaws-"

"Garm was Hel's Hound." Close enough to 'hellhound' both in name and looks that Ace can figure out who Garm was."