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Damn you . . .
[Heavy, ragged breathing of one that's crying, but there are no wracking sobs here. There's a few more unintelligible mutters and finally a deep, shaky, calming breath.
And a sudden shuffle as Cuthbert finally opens his eyes, sees where he is (or where he isn't) and jerks to his feet.]
What- . . . What is this? [Shuffling of increasing urgency as he tries to convince himself that this isn't really happening. And finally a door opening and his voice echoes in the hallway.]
Aileen! Jamie! Where the hell are ye?!
[Obviously there's no answer from either and there's a pause as he considers what this means. There's a pretty simple answer.]
Broadcloak.
[Heavy, ragged breathing of one that's crying, but there are no wracking sobs here. There's a few more unintelligible mutters and finally a deep, shaky, calming breath.
And a sudden shuffle as Cuthbert finally opens his eyes, sees where he is (or where he isn't) and jerks to his feet.]
What- . . . What is this? [Shuffling of increasing urgency as he tries to convince himself that this isn't really happening. And finally a door opening and his voice echoes in the hallway.]
Aileen! Jamie! Where the hell are ye?!
[Obviously there's no answer from either and there's a pause as he considers what this means. There's a pretty simple answer.]
Broadcloak.