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[cailisairgid]

'Informal' isn't a way that Nuala can typically be described, and by anyone else's standards she still isn't - but her gown and traveling coat make a slimmer silhouette than the elaborate skirts she usually favours, and her hair is pulled low in a chignon to be finished with her plain circlet in lieu of the bejewelled alternatives under lock in her

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[fallofasparr0w]

Doul has found himself a nice, slightly odd looking 'bungalow' perched on top of an abandoned missile silo. It's for everyone's benefit that his studies are conducted far, far below ground.

Tacked up on the front door, there's a clearly written sign that reads: 'Please, for your safety and mine, ring the bell and wait to be admitted. Thank you.'

[cailisairgid]

Lonán rings the bell; when Nuala goes indoors he'll take up a sentry's position, as he usually does when she goes on these 'little excursions'. It looks as though he wouldn't fit indoors, anyway.

They wait.

[fallofasparr0w]

Since he was expecting company, Doul wasn't down in the lab and so there's only a moment or two before he's at the door.

"Princess, a pleasure to see you, please, come in." He's honestly, openly pleased and might even smile. She might also notice that Doul no longer has wired clipped and embedded throughout his right arm.

[cailisairgid]

Something does strike her as different, and she catches sight of his arm and hand before she has too much time to wonder what it is. Still - it's more than a lack.

"I have been very much looking forward to visiting," she says, steping inside through the door. "It's wonderful to see you."