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[dragon_dealer]

Cimorene is not a woman who often feels helpless. And, as now, when it does happen, it makes her angry. And so she makes her way back to the cottage, half covered in Gareth's blood, her shirt ripped to shreds, hair half coming down, and looks for the most aggressive chore available to her.

Edit: She swings by the Orkney cottage first looking for

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[fingersofleaf]

Percy is currently in the garden with a spade, shovelling shallow holes for potatoes.

[dragon_dealer]

She tries to duck him, but really, with the state she's in, he'd have to be very preoccupied not to notice her.

[fingersofleaf]

"Hey!" He turns, acidentally flinging a shovelful of dirt in her direction. "What's wrong?" with immediate concern.

[dragon_dealer]

She shakes her head. "It's... it's being dealt with. Do you have some wood to chop or something?" She really is a mess.

[littlebetter]

And Gaheris is in the kitchen in the cottage, his hand over part of his face, drinking spoonfulls of Morvydd's Sanity Tea.

[dragon_dealer]

Cimorene doesn't come in, but from the doorway says quietly, "He's going to live."

[littlebetter]

"Thank God." He looks up.

[dragon_dealer]

She nods. "Thanks for sending Clar."