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[makesmeatease]

Inara's in the Bar, sitting in a booth, with her customary cup of tea. Not so customary are the sheets of paper scattered around her, each with a half finished enso started. The zen circles aren't perfect and as Inara works, her tongue sticking between her teeth, it's obvious that it's starting to get on her nerves

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[simon_doctor]

Simon hadn't actually intended to come to the bar tonight -- but when he opened his closet door, there it was. And it's been a while since he's been here, after all....

Right now he's standing near Inara's booth, trying to decide if walking all the way to the bar is really necessary.

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Inara looks up after a moment, a smudge of calligraphy ink on her hand. "Wei, Simon. How are you feeling?"

[simon_doctor]

His glance at her is a little startled -- he didn't see her there -- but then he smiles. "Wan an, Inara. Much better, thank you."

He looks much better, if Inara saw any of his vid-call with Mal last week.

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"Haven't seen you here in...a while." Inara admits, smiling. "I'm glad to hear it. Would you like to sit?"