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[sai_delgado]

The same, and yet not the same, now.

Susan Delgado curls up on the couch by the fireplace, with hot chocolate. She doesn't seem unhappy, just thoughtful-- or a little tired, mayhap.

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[gonna_live]

Kaylee has a beer. She's also a little messy -- she's been working all day.

"Wei, Susan." Smiling.

[sai_delgado]

"Wei, Kaylee," she answers, smiling a little in return. "How do'ee fare?"

[gonna_live]

"Oh, I'm all right. Pretty shiny. How're you -- and how's Cuthbert doin'?"

[sai_delgado]

Oh, and she brightens at the last.

"'Bert-- he's fine now, the Lady Moiraine healed him."

"I'm well enough, say true-- it's been busy, I wanted to see to things in the stables. Caspian and Lisa handled everything well while we were-- while we were gone, though."

[gonna_live]

"Good. Real good. Bet it's nice to be home...though it was good havin' you guys around. Kinda like a party, even though it wasn't for all that good of a reason. You know what I'm tryin' to say." A little sheepish.

[sai_delgado]

"I kennit," she says softly, smiling. "It were good to spend more time with ye -- although the training were better, mayhap."

Better than the stress of waiting through the battle, or the long days afterward in the infirmary, oh aye.

"Ye have a lovely home."

[gonna_live]

Kaylee's smile is wide. "Only better place in the 'verse is back home on Three Hills. And even then...wouldn't be the same, 'cause folks aren't there. My folks are there, my parents, but...not everybody else."

And she grins at Susan. "But you get that, I bet."

[sai_delgado]

"I kennit," she says again. No smile, this time, not really.

Beat. "Are ye -- are ye close to yer family?"

[gonna_live]

"Write 'em every week. One week my ma, one week my dad. Easier that way -- sometimes what we do ain't all that excitin', and that way I can tell 'em both the same thing without it gettin' old...and there's some stuff I can tell Mama that I maybe don't necessarily want Daddy to know." Kaylee looks a little shifty.

This might be about Simon.

[balletrat]

Hey, Susan, *Meg says, dropping down nearby with coffee.

She looks a little tired, too, but that's not unusual.*

[sai_delgado]

"Long days and pleasant nights, Meg," she says.

"How do'ee fare?"

[balletrat]

Eh, ca va, *Meg says, with a bit of a rueful grin.* Long dayish.

How 'bout you? I saw Cuthbert last night, he looked like he was doing okay -

[sai_delgado]

"The Lady Moiraine healed him," Susan says, and the smile that crosses her face now is one of grateful relief and shining joy.

"He's well, say true."

[balletrat]

- oh, good, *Meg says, also looking rather relieved.* Moiraine knows what she's doing - Dieu, she's fixed me up more times than I can count -

[sai_delgado]

"She's very powerful, I wot," Susan agrees. A beat. "And knows things."

(he reaches it)

[balletrat]

I can't always understand the way she says them, but she definitely knows a lot, *Meg agrees, with a grin, and then cocks her head at Susan.*

Thinking of something in particular?

[sai_delgado]

"Roland," Susan admits.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Puppy licking yer haaaaand!

She's even remembered not to eat the shoes! What a good puppy.

[sai_delgado]

A very good puppy indeed, say true. Susan brightens, and sets her chocolate down in order to scratch behind the puppy's ears with the unlicked hand.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Magic!" Ace is, once again, hunting for her pup. Magic, however, is too busy getting excellent ear scritches to respond other than wagging her tail a bit harder.

[sai_delgado]

"Over here, Ace," Susan calls out, laughing a little.

"She's hard to keep track of, this little mischief."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"I need to get her one of those little electronic bracelets they use to track prisoners." Ace grouses, but she's grinning as she wanders over.
"At least she's only picked good people to hang around, so far. I'd hate to have to try to rescue her from one of the bar gits. How goes, Susan?" She asks as she flops into the nearby armchair.

[sai_delgado]

"Well enough," she says, still petting Magic -- and then she brightens, looking up at Ace.

"The Lady Moiraine healed 'Bert, so he's well."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Did she?" Ace brightens even more, if that's possible. "Brilliant. She's rather good at that, you know." Ace? Understatement of the century.

[sai_delgado]

"Aye, she is," Susan agrees softly, remembering Jake lying silent and unconscious in an upstairs bed and Eddie dead on the floor of the bar.