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* Glossaria kneels on the carpet in the solarium, a bag of jerky bits in one hand, teaching Realia to sit up. * Vallel staggers up the road and falls heavily against the door of the Tower. He leans there for a moment and the Tower opens the door. With a startled exclamation, he falls through the doorway onto the floor. * Glossaria sits up at the sound of Vallel's cry, provoking a happy bark from Realia. "Val?" <Vallel> ::propping himself up on his elbows, he glowers at the Tower:: You think you are funny, but you are not. * Glossaria points a finger at Realia. "Stay." Realia sits, wagging her tail and watching her mistress. * Glossaria hurries down the stairs, exclaiming at the sight of Val on the floor. "Val? Love? Are you injured?" She kneels next to him, checking for blood and kissing his cheek. <Vallel> ::nodding a little, he works on trying to get up:: Exhausted.... I... ::he looks around, almost amazed:: So I did manage to get home. I wondered. <Glossaria> ::peers at him in concern, and snaps her fingers, looking up. A blue flame winks into existence, dancing on the air:: A glass of juice, please, and then some bread and a bowl of stew. Right here will be fine. <Vallel> ::leaning against the wall:: I feel like a scooped melon. <Glossaria> My poor love... ::helping him up, and supporting him:: What were you-- ah! Tyl? Did you go to see her today? <Vallel> ::nodding, he touches his fingertips gingerly to his head:: <Glossaria> Are you alright? ::looking alarmed:: She didn't-- hurt you in any way, did she? <Vallel> No, I'm not hurt, just... ::he blinks his eyes several times:: I don't think I could open a door with the amount of energy I've got left... * Glossaria looks back at the Tower's front door. "But... you just did." <Vallel> Nah, the Tower did that all on his own... ::glowers around at the hallway with mock ferocity:: <Glossaria> Ahh, thank you. ::plucks a floating tray from the air as the blue flame reappears with it. The scent of hot stew and fresh bread wafts from the covered tray, but Gloss picks up the glass of citrus juice first:: I'm sure he was just trying to be helpful. ::looking slightly doubtful:: Well, mostly. ::hands him the juice:: Start with this, love, or your stomach will rebel. * Vallel smiles a bit tentatively. "Thanks, love..." * Glossaria sets the tray down on a side table, drags a small bench over to him, and helps him sit. * Vallel nearly collapses onto the bench. He holds his glass in both hands, which are trembling slightly. * Glossaria covers his hands with one of hers, and gently helps him tip the glass up to his lips. "Slowly does it..." * Vallel sips at the juice carefully, trying to restrain himself from gulping it. * Glossaria smiles, caressing his hair gently with her free hand. * Vallel pushes the glass away after a bit, leaning against the wall and panting. <Vallel> She's gone... said to tell you she was sorry... ::he closes his eyes:: <Glossaria> Feeling any... any... oh. ::slides down to sit next to him on the bench, nearly missing it:: She... could you help her... remember? <Vallel> ::sighs, not opening his eyes:: I showed her, gave her memories back to her... but... ::he looks at Gloss, his eyes pained:: She doesn't remember it. It's like reading a book to her, or watching a play. She doesn't *feel* it. <Glossaria> She couldn't-- but-- ::looking at Val, concerned:: *you* feel them... don't you? <Vallel> ::nods:: I do... but she's... it's like there's a wall around her heart... I couldn't... I don't know how. <Glossaria> A... wall? The-- could it have to do with... how she lost her memory in the first place? ::frowning deeper:: <Vallel> ::shrugs:: I don't know, Gloss... I don't have that much training in this area... ::he rests his head on his hands, staring at the floor:: * Glossaria gathers him into her arms, hugging him and resting her head on his shoulder. "You did what you could, love. She said she wanted to... explore her options." * Vallel crushes Gloss to his chest, nearly squeezing the breath out of her. "I couldn't bear it if you forgot me..." <Glossaria> Oh... Oh my dearest love, no, I couldn't! ::smiling tremulously, tears standing in her eyes:: I write *everything* down, so I'll *never* forget. <Vallel> ::loosening his grip a bit:: She said she'd write to you, let you know how she was, so we wouldn't worry too much. <Glossaria> ::smiles a little more confidently, sniffing and tucking her head in under his chin:: That's very nice of her. I... I wish I could have helped more, but... I suppose... she has some miles to make up on her own. <Vallel> ::kissing the top of Gloss's head:: I wish... I couldn't force her to stay, that would have been wrong... but... ::sighs:: <Glossaria> ::nods:: I wish she could stay, too. ::sighing:: And Jelarthna most of all, I'm sure... does he know? That she was leaving? <Vallel> ::bites his lip:: She left him a letter... said she thought he'd try and talk her out of it, and she didn't want to argue about it. <Glossaria> ::nods sadly:: I just hope... I hope she decides, someday, to come back. ::firmly:: When she comes back to visit, we'll just have to show her that she *can* belong here. <Vallel> ::laughs bitterly:: It's so stupid... the one person who knows how to fix these sorts of problems and she can't remember how to do it... ::shaking his head:: I know she did it, for Jelarthna... damn! ::he tilts his head backwards against the wall:: I wish I'd studied harder, faster... * Glossaria puts her hand behind his head before he can knock it against the wall. "Love, listen to me... It's not... your... *fault.* You did what you could, to the best of your ability, and that's all anyone can ask of you." She hugs him tighter again. "I know you wanted to make it right for her-- I know how much *I* wanted to! But... we couldn't." <Vallel> ::picking up a piece of bread off the Staff's tray, he nibbles at it absently:: I know... I know... <Glossaria> ::smiles a little, fondly, and touches a hand to his head:: You know *here.* ::her hand moves down to cover his heart:: But I think you're still a little stubborn about *here.* <Vallel> ::laughs, taking her hand and kissing the tips of her fingers:: Consider it part of my dubious charm. <Glossaria> ::bestows a light kiss on his lips, smiling:: *I* think it's a great deal of your charm. I love your stubborn heart. ::kissing him again, just below his collarbone:: She'll be back, love. This isn't the end, not yet. |
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