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[walksindeath]

Sabriel has been expecting to open the door into the shared lounge area of the hotel's suite, and pauses at the rush of warmth from Milliways, hesitating instead of stepping through. It has been some time since she was last here, and - truth be told - had not expected to return. She is too busy for such things, and halfway into Ancelstierre they

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[makesthings]

Sam's spent all day working on Jenks' sword and finally stops when he can't do anything more.

His sleeves are rolled up as its hot in the forge and he heads to the counter for some food but stops when he spots bells and then realizes who's wearing them. She's dressed for Ancelstierre,

"Mother?"

There are slight circles under his eyes since he's probably been working too much, but it helps with the dreams.

[walksindeath]

Sabriel turns in her seat to smile at the sight of her son.

Perhaps Milliways doesn't need much more of a reason than this? Either way, it will do.

"Sam," she says, beckoning him over to her. "I think I have been ordered to take a break from diplomacy."

[makesthings]

"I'm sure Dad can handle things while you're here,"

He comes over to sit, his own smile hesitant as he thinks of all the things he was going to tell her before she left. She probably doesn't need to know that he's Bound and has been for a while, that would just be another worry.

[walksindeath]

"I would hope so," she says, then pulls a discreet but incredibly eloquent face. "They listen to him more than to me, anyway."

None of them understand the title Abhorsen, and many do not even accept the Charter as something real. So her only position in their minds is as Touchstone's wife.

'Queen' is all very well, but a poor substitute for her real job.