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Gorlim: *eyes Artamir as he returns Hani to the cottage, but sits in the windowsill and says nothing until Hani is well out of the room* *
Artamir: *looks at Gorlim for a moment before going to find Firiel*
Gorlim: I was wondering when you'd come to take her.
Artamir: *raises an eyebrow and turns back to him* I've been here before to talk to her.
Gorlim: I don't mean Firiel. *stares at him owlishly* I mean your child.
Artamir: Haven't you noticed that Theo took her and she is now in the Quarters, where I have been talking to her?
Gorlim: When was Theo here?
Artamir: *sighs and shakes his head* Soon after Firiel's and his bodies were switched back.
Gorlim: Oh... I figured Firi'd stuffed the thing somewhere upstairs...
Artamir: *clenches his jaw* Why would she put a baby upstairs? Don't you think she'd keep the child with her??
Gorlim: Not if it's asleep or Nadiyah's watching it.
Artamir: Gorlim. How would she feed a newborn in her body?
Gorlim: How should I know? Maybe someone went to find a wetnurse.
Artamir: *rolls his eyes* Well, Hygd is with Theo now, and she's safe. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to see my sister now.
Gorlim: Failing that, there are ways to make a childless woman produce milk.
Artamir: ....why are we still discussing this?
Gorlim: Why not? So are you and The going to raise it now?
Artamir: Firiel, Arvedui, and I are. Theo will if he's around.
Gorlim: I just want to know one thing, Artamir...
Artamir: And what would that be?
Gorlim: Do you love your daughter?
Artamir: Of course I do. What sort of question is that?
Gorlim: It's just... a little bit unusual for a father to so willingly give up his own child. Or leave it with a mother as obviously incapable as Theo.
Artamir: *glares* Theo is not incapable, nor am I "so willingly giving up" my child.
Gorlim: Oh.... if you say so.... *He glances out the window, seemingly ending the conversation, but before Art can leave he turns back* You've been at the palace. Tell me... what's happening there?
Artamir: *sighs* It's quiet, except for the throne room, which is still occupied by Adunaphel.
Gorlim: *softly* Have you seen my son?
Artamir: *sits in a chair facing Gorlim* What is his name? What does he look like?
Gorlim: His name is Perrin. He... looks a bit like me. He has my hair, long and curly. He likes to read. I don't know... if he knows about his sister... or the Wraith... or anything at all...
Artamir: *thinks* I may have seen him in the library once or twice, but I couldn't tell you how he is, or what he knows...
Gorlim: *nods* Thanks you. *Some of the pain of these past weeks is apparent in his voice, though well-hidden on his face from Artamir*
Artamir: *offers a sympathetic look* If it would make you feel better, I can look for him when I get back and send him here?
Gorlim: I... no. Don't send him anywhere if he seems safe and happy. I would rather he be somewhere like the palace, even with a wraith in the throneroom, than wandering these streets with dragons and spiders and who knows what else loose. I just wanted to know.... that's all.
Artamir: Well, do you want me to keep an eye out for him, then?
Gorlim: *squirms* If you haven't anything better to do...
Artamir: I have enough time that I can spare a bit to look out for him.
Gorlim: All right then..... Thank you.
Artamir: *nods* You're welcome. I know now how difficult it is to be unsure of a child's well-being...
Gorlim: Do you?
Artamir: *simply* Yes.
Gorlim: You've had a child before?
Artamir: ....the one I have now?
Gorlim: Ahhh. *hugs his knees to his chest* Well then.
Artamir: *looks a bit pitying* ...do you want to come to the palace to see him?
Gorlim: I can't.
Artamir: Why not?
Gorlim: Because I.... I just can't.
Artamir: *shakes his head* As you please. I'll be seeing Firiel now, if you don't need anything more.
Gorlim: Right. *turns to look out the window*
Artamir: *gets up and puts the chair back before heading off to find Firi*
Artamir: *looks at Gorlim for a moment before going to find Firiel*
Gorlim: I was wondering when you'd come to take her.
Artamir: *raises an eyebrow and turns back to him* I've been here before to talk to her.
Gorlim: I don't mean Firiel. *stares at him owlishly* I mean your child.
Artamir: Haven't you noticed that Theo took her and she is now in the Quarters, where I have been talking to her?
Gorlim: When was Theo here?
Artamir: *sighs and shakes his head* Soon after Firiel's and his bodies were switched back.
Gorlim: Oh... I figured Firi'd stuffed the thing somewhere upstairs...
Artamir: *clenches his jaw* Why would she put a baby upstairs? Don't you think she'd keep the child with her??
Gorlim: Not if it's asleep or Nadiyah's watching it.
Artamir: Gorlim. How would she feed a newborn in her body?
Gorlim: How should I know? Maybe someone went to find a wetnurse.
Artamir: *rolls his eyes* Well, Hygd is with Theo now, and she's safe. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to see my sister now.
Gorlim: Failing that, there are ways to make a childless woman produce milk.
Artamir: ....why are we still discussing this?
Gorlim: Why not? So are you and The going to raise it now?
Artamir: Firiel, Arvedui, and I are. Theo will if he's around.
Gorlim: I just want to know one thing, Artamir...
Artamir: And what would that be?
Gorlim: Do you love your daughter?
Artamir: Of course I do. What sort of question is that?
Gorlim: It's just... a little bit unusual for a father to so willingly give up his own child. Or leave it with a mother as obviously incapable as Theo.
Artamir: *glares* Theo is not incapable, nor am I "so willingly giving up" my child.
Gorlim: Oh.... if you say so.... *He glances out the window, seemingly ending the conversation, but before Art can leave he turns back* You've been at the palace. Tell me... what's happening there?
Artamir: *sighs* It's quiet, except for the throne room, which is still occupied by Adunaphel.
Gorlim: *softly* Have you seen my son?
Artamir: *sits in a chair facing Gorlim* What is his name? What does he look like?
Gorlim: His name is Perrin. He... looks a bit like me. He has my hair, long and curly. He likes to read. I don't know... if he knows about his sister... or the Wraith... or anything at all...
Artamir: *thinks* I may have seen him in the library once or twice, but I couldn't tell you how he is, or what he knows...
Gorlim: *nods* Thanks you. *Some of the pain of these past weeks is apparent in his voice, though well-hidden on his face from Artamir*
Artamir: *offers a sympathetic look* If it would make you feel better, I can look for him when I get back and send him here?
Gorlim: I... no. Don't send him anywhere if he seems safe and happy. I would rather he be somewhere like the palace, even with a wraith in the throneroom, than wandering these streets with dragons and spiders and who knows what else loose. I just wanted to know.... that's all.
Artamir: Well, do you want me to keep an eye out for him, then?
Gorlim: *squirms* If you haven't anything better to do...
Artamir: I have enough time that I can spare a bit to look out for him.
Gorlim: All right then..... Thank you.
Artamir: *nods* You're welcome. I know now how difficult it is to be unsure of a child's well-being...
Gorlim: Do you?
Artamir: *simply* Yes.
Gorlim: You've had a child before?
Artamir: ....the one I have now?
Gorlim: Ahhh. *hugs his knees to his chest* Well then.
Artamir: *looks a bit pitying* ...do you want to come to the palace to see him?
Gorlim: I can't.
Artamir: Why not?
Gorlim: Because I.... I just can't.
Artamir: *shakes his head* As you please. I'll be seeing Firiel now, if you don't need anything more.
Gorlim: Right. *turns to look out the window*
Artamir: *gets up and puts the chair back before heading off to find Firi*