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[greenasamber]

Amber is at home, today. She's been pushing herself these past weeks, learning so many new and useful things from her other half's books. But with enough time spent looking into the minds of others, one is eventually forced to look long and hard at at their own self. And there are things, she finds, she needs to speak with Norman about. (Her Norman, not Hermes's.)

So she waits for him, laying on the couch and listening to the quiet babble and flow of nearby minds. Listening, and waiting for him.