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[chivsbastard]

Fitz is in the library again, pacing, thoroughly unsettled by everything he's finding. Nothing seems to agree. It's as though rather than one history there are twelve, or twenty, one for each book he picks up and less than half of them titles that he recognizes - and some that he can't even read. He's begun to think, or to understand, what might be

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[phedre_25]

If he wants to see Phedre, she's around, pouring over the customs of 19th century France, and being a bit disturbed.

She's however very focused on what she's doing - he'll need to poke her.

[chivsbastard]

He notices her and stops in his pacing, pausing before going over to her, quietly.

"My lady?"

[phedre_25]

She looks up, gives him a shining smile.

"My Lord." Clearly, she's happy to see him.

[chivsbastard]

Eee, that smile. He smiles back, if only briefly. "Good day."

[phedre_25]

"Good day." She tilts her head to the side. "It's a pleasure to see you. I was almost worried... "

[chivsbastard]

"Worried...?"

[phedre_25]

"Aye." She stands, takes his hand. "I ever am, if one I care for disappears for a bit...."

[chivsbastard]

"I've just been..out of sorts. I didn't want to snap at you."

[phedre_25]

"Out of sorts, love?" She nears, a little. "Now truly, I worry. Tell me, what ails you?"

She wants to say that she would forgive, if he did. She's had to deal with Kay - by comparison, Fitz is an angel of tenderness.

[chivsbastard]

He glances down. "It is nothing."

[phedre_25]

She tilts her head, smiles sweetly. "Oh, dearest. Do not carry alone a burden that you can share with one who loves you."

Her voice is soft, as she speaks. Caring.

[chivsbastard]

His face heats a little, and smiles, slightly.

"It's only a mood."

[phedre_25]

"Then perhaps I can help, and chase away the clouds?" She loops an arm in his, companionably. "Take me out, the weather is gentle, and I wager you've not seen the sun in days."

[chivsbastard]

He smiles a bit more. "I'm not that much of a hermit."

He hasn't.

[phedre_25]

She gives him another spakling smile.

"Of course you are not."

Of course you are.

[chivsbastard]

He almost rolls his eyes, but does laugh at the smile. "Ah, Phedre."