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[sime_channel]

There is a woman sitting in a chair near the fire. She's not terribly big, and has delicate bone structure. She's got curly black hair, and big blue eyes, and truly eye burning taste in colors for clothing

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[hatchingviper]

And one's getting brushed in a sort of casual, hand-going-by-knitting gesture as Deitmar heads by to take a seat opposite Suzi.

Sime need touch, and if Sime need touch too much they might hug. It's a pre-emptive thing.

[sime_channel]

Suzi grins at the contact and says, "Hi, Dietmar. The brown is new? Is it real or dye?"

[hatchingviper]

"New," Deitmar agrees, "dye. I went back to my world. My attempt to enter government protection failed. I'm trying to avoid detection for a while until I can reach them again and arrange another rendezvous. In the meantime, I'm," he tries to find a good way to sum it up and then realizes she can sense his feelings about it and simplifies, "in the situation I wanted to avoid.

"...I left you a note."

[sime_channel]

"That's why I'm not lecturing you." Suzi allows, nodding her head firmly, "Or clinging and crying. Thank you for the note."

She really didn't expect more than what she got. "Is there anything I can help you with? Um. And. Well, you're of the House of Farris. We've got money now."