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[sai_delgado]

She's cold, even in the green sweater with its pattern of roses. And so she deliberates for a bit, then retrieves a coverlet from her and Cuthbert's room

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[true_desire]

There's inexplicably the scent of tobacco and dry sage and dust and all the smells of the Drop, faintly underlaid with peaches: There's no question who's behind Susan when the last scent (all juice and summer and completely out of place) registers.

"Should I wish you long days and pleasant nights?" Desire's voice is full of something dreadfully close to laughter, and there's a dry slap of bridle and tack as the Endless sets it on the couch's back. "Or perhaps I should just tell you my intentions."

[sai_delgado]

It takes all her self-control not to bolt from the couch as the tack drops, as this one of the Seven speaks-- and more so, at what he says.

(you have been Desire's since before you were born)

"Sai Desire." Susan turns her head, looking up at him. "Yer-- yer intentions?"

[true_desire]

"Mm! Ride with me, sai Allgood."

[sai_delgado]

"An'ye'd have it so," she tells him, a little faintly. There's a beat.

"Where would'ee like-- lake, or forest mayhap?"

[pink_sombrera]

Sheemie is sitting nearby, and raises his head at her approach, waving a greeting.

[sai_delgado]

She waves back as she approaches, and oh, but her sweet smile is understanding as she settles on the couch.

"Wei, Sheemie."

[pink_sombrera]

He returns the smile, and the greeting, if with slightly mangled pronunciation.

"Wei, Susan-sai."

[sai_delgado]

"How do'ee fare?"

It's gently asked, as she studies his face.

[gonna_live]

For Kaylee's part, she's wearing the duster that Mal got for her last night. Because she loves her captain.

Security blanket.

"Talked to Lilly last night."

[sai_delgado]

It's odd, how a casual comment can make one tense up-- and yet that's exactly what happens.

"Do'ee say so?" Susan looks up at her, with a faint smile. "Wei, Kaylee."

[gonna_live]

"Hey." Quietly. "Yeah. She said it wasn't gonna be all that long." Kaylee drops down on the couch, looking...concerned.

[sai_delgado]

Susan shakes her head, slowly.

"...days. If that."

(come rest come)

[b_hawkins]

There is a Ben, who for now has abandonned his new radio.

"Hey." He was smiling.

[sai_delgado]

"Wei, Ben," she answers, smiling softly back at him. "How do'ee fare?"

[b_hawkins]

He nodded. "Fine."

His smile increased a little, producing a package from his pocket- plain paper, wrapping something far valuable. A cross, slightly smaller in length than one's thumb, but intricately engraved; St Michael destroying the Devil. It was mounted onto an unextroadinary, regular chain.

He'd found a gift for her.

[sai_delgado]

She blinks, startled-- and then remembers.

"Oh, Ben-- thee didn't have to, truly thee didn't--"

[watching_you]

It's not too long before she's approached by Veronica, covered tight in a a sweater and jacket and scarf. Winter comes late to California, and soft, but she's not used to to chill.

"Hey, Susan." She flops down on a couch nearby, cheery enough, and draws her feet up, off the floor.

[sai_delgado]

"Wei, Veronica-- long days and pleasant nights," she adds, smiling a little at Lilly's friend.

"How do'ee fare?"

[watching_you]

"Thanks," she says, returning the smile. This is perhaps one of those things she hasn't learned yet. "You too."

She begins unwinding the scarf from her neck. "Not too badly. Cold, though. Yourself?"

[sai_delgado]

"Cold, aye," she murmurs, pulling the quilt a little closer around her. "Mayhap to be expected, with-- with winter coming on."

A pause, then, as she looks carefully at Veronica.

"Are ye-- are ye settling in here, mayhap?"