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[balletrat]

*Meg's been shuttling between the Threshold and the House of Arch, mostly, for the past few days, with occasional stops to check about her lost coffee mug; it's only this morning that she's stopped by the bar long enough to receive a letter.An executive decision: Family politics might make it awkward to read in the Threshold, and the main bar is a

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[stilljustandrew]

*The door opens. Andrew comes in, an empty duffel slung over his shoulder, and stops when he sees her.*

Meg?

What is it?

[balletrat]

*Meg glances up, and shakes her head, quickly.*

It's not - I mean, it's just that Moiraine -

*She sees the duffel, taking in the implications, and after half a beat goes on.*

- going back to her own world for a little while, is all. She'll be all right, I just haven't seen her for a bit. To hear what the status is.

[stilljustandrew]

Oh.

*His eyes are a little wide, at that.*

I -- did she say what for?

[balletrat]

*Meg shakes her head again.*

I mean. I - would guess it's for the usual. I know she's got business, she needs to take care of -

*A half shrug.*

I worry, is all. But she can take care of herself.