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[fingersofleaf]

Percy is sitting quietly on the steps of the house he fixed up three or four years ago, his hand on his knee. The cut in his leg is throbbing, but it's still wrapped up, Cimorene's work is still in place, if a little scratched from when he was talking to Lamorak. He's wearing his own clothes, but the length of his hair, the youth of his face, and

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[dragon_dealer]

Cimorene, on the other hand, gets drama, because he's her husband. She's most likely said goodbye to Luther, gratefully, a little ways before they're in sight of home. She needs to do this by herself. Her hair's coming half undone, and she's slightly grubby from staying up all night and being out in the woods this morning.

She doesn't much look like a princess. But this is her home, and she's not just going to leave off.

[fingersofleaf]

Percy looks up at her in a small, shy way.

[dragon_dealer]

She can see immediately it hasn't worn off yet, and so stops a foot or two in front of him. Quietly, she asks, "How are you feeling?"

[fingersofleaf]

"Better, ma'am."

[sissy_queen]

Well, Gwen clearly has no expectation - and she'll be seen coming about Percy's front porch, with a smile and a basket of goodies.

Whether she is escorted or not has not yet been discussed between typists.

[fingersofleaf]

Percy looks up and gives her a friendly wave. "Your majesty! I didn't know you were here!"

[sissy_queen]

She waves back, smiling wide. "Sir Percival! At last, I have found your home..."

[broodingelf]

"...Although we may have got a little lost along the way, once or twice." Meet her escort, following a pace or so behind with a reserved smile.