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[damosel_linet]

It was dead strange.  It seemed that one moment, Lynet was in her bed - sick beyond help, and lonely - feeling that all the good had gone out of the world.  And now, but a moment later, she is standing in the foyer of some grand, strange house, not a thing like her cottage, or any castle she's known, and she feels ... quite well, actually.

It's

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[floweredknight]

"Aunt!" Florence, coming in through the kitchen, spots her and breaks into a smile. "Good day--"

[damosel_linet]

"Ah, Florence," it's said with a half-sigh, relieved. She rises, and actually smiles, for all she still looks annoyed.

[floweredknight]

He gives her a little bow, and comes to her, offering his hands. "How do you, my lady?"

[damosel_linet]

"Not well," in a tone that suggests it ought to be obvious, "But I guess I have my health, for what that's worth."

[littlebetter]

Dear God.

Just a few days ago he was telling Cimorene he didn't think his wife would ever come back, and to-day he wanders down the stairs (in his jeans and button-up shirt) and finds her in there. Just sitting there. The same as he always remembered her--well, maybe a little different around the edges, but-- her. Lynet.

He falls back a step, his knuckles whitening as his hand clenches on the stairrail.

"My lady?" very softly.

[damosel_linet]

She twists in her seat, turns her face up to look at him. If she's surprised, she doesn't show it, though there's a faint smile around the eyes... maybe.

"God in heaven," dryly, "What a mess you look."

[littlebetter]

"I do not," he says, forced lightly. "I look well. And for once in my life I don't smell of foxes."

[damosel_linet]

A little laugh, a smile even, "Aye, well there's something anyway."

[sirbeaumains]

"--my lady Lynet?"

Gareth probably should have learned by now that standing and gaping just leaves him wide open for any number of insults, but-- well, if he ever learned, he wouldn't be Gareth, would he.

[damosel_linet]

She gives him a sharp look, "Well I'm not a ghost, sir. No need to look so."

[sirbeaumains]

He looks down, embarrassed. "I didn't expect to see you, my lady."

[damosel_linet]

"Nor I you," simply enough said, though not without a certain force. "What surprises this day brings. And least of all, a kitchen-knave."

[hardlyagravated]

Ah, it's a cousin/sister in law. And frankly, after being married to Agravain, Laurel is very hard to intimidate, so she says mildly, "Good day, sister. Is something ill?"

[damosel_linet]

"Nay, not ill," she glances up, then says, sharply, "Only confusing."

[hardlyagravated]

She raises an eyebrow, then says, "You are not where you expecting to be, I take it."

[damosel_linet]

"Very much not," there's an edge to it, but maybe that's expected. "Though you seem at ease enough for both of us."