[Incomplete; Openish]

[agentsapien]

WHO: Nuala, Abe, Aidan, and Jerek (if everyone wants to participate)
WHAT: Aidan and Jerek are taking care of Nuala, Abe goes to help
WHERE: An inn
WHEN: After this post.

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[banphrionsageal]

Given her state of health upon her arrival, it was a wonder the princess had managed to do so well the past few days, despite her somewhat hindered healing process. For some reason she hadn't quite managed to discover quite yet, her body just refused to cooperate. It was an unfortunate situation. Nuala hadn't wished in the least to become a burden to the kind people that had taken her in-- quite the contrary, as a matter of fact; she only wished to repay them tenfold for their efforts in keeping her as safe and healthy as possible.

She'd been alerted to expecting company, but the details of who and when had remained scarce. Nuada, perhaps? Though it seemed unlikely-- surely, she would have felt his presence, however faint it was. Yohann, Liz-- any number of the B.P.R.D.. Perhaps even--

Her breath hitched as she heard a voice echo through the building. A simple word; that was all it was, but all she'd needed to identify it.

'Abraham.'

She carefully pushed herself up and leaned back against the pillow, placing the novel she'd been reading in her lap. It took every ounce of will power within her to keep herself bedridden, but she simply could not risk further injury. Jerek's magic had healed her considerably, but a portion of the wound remained. Undoing all that had been done was an unthinkable concept.

"Abraham!" She called finally, just loud enough to ensure her voice would carry.

[agentsapien]

Weeks had passed. The world had moved on. But Abe had not stopped listening for the one voice he knew he would never hear again. He had read enough books on the subject of grief and loss to know that that was unlikely to change, no matter how many years he lived. So he was listening, with the senses that functioned here in Rivelata and with the ones that had been rendered unreliable, for her voice when he walked into the inn, half expecting to wake up to find that this was a dream. One of the many that had haunted his sleep.

But then he heard her voice, calling his name. The inn could have been filled with hundreds of people, yelling and screaming their loudest, and still he would have heard her. He knew that she was here, but he had not known. Not for sure. Not until now.

Maybe luck was with him. Maybe his extra senses were finally working. Whatever the case, it was not difficult for him to find her. Only a handful of moments, and then he was standing in the doorway and there was she. Alive. Impossibly, wonderfully, alive.

"Princess," he greeted her, suddenly at a loss for words and forcing himself to say something, anything, so he wasn't just standing there staring at her like an utter fool. "I- I'm so sorry. I didn't know you were here. I should have been here sooner. They told me you were injured and I wasn't here. I'm sorry."