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[1handedwelshman]

Bedivere is out walking, trying to familiarize himself with his surroundings. He's mostly kept to himself--being incredibly confused about instantatious relocation can do that to you. He still doesn't remember this place, thought apparently he's supposed to. Frustrated, he settles somewhere against a tree and pulls out a flask to keep him

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[ebon_divinity]

Rosana catches herself between two trees. "Hey."

[1handedwelshman]

He looks up and gives her a quick once-over. "At your service, m'lady."

[ebon_divinity]

"Huh," she says, amused. "That how you talk to Zara?"

[1handedwelshman]

"To who? Bad as my memory for names is, that doesn't ring a bell." He takes a swig from the flask.

[russet_goddess]

This time there's no pounce, just wary, hurt eyes (there's more gone on than just him, and she's failed at the one thing she was ever any good at) and wild red hair interrupting the green and brown of the woods.

[1handedwelshman]

He glances up at her and stares for a long time. "Care for a drink? You look like you could use it."

[russet_goddess]

She shakes out her black skirts and comes over. "Could."

[1handedwelshman]

He hands her the flask. "Have a seat."