comes a day [open]

[russet_goddess]

Zara is sitting on the Mansion's lawn, her knees drawn up and her arms around them, looking down the easy slope towards the lake. Her brief hair is blowing in the first of the spring winds, the warmer ones that come around the corner of March and make you wish everything was growing, but it's not time yet. She has a stone in one hand, and her feet

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[le_desirous]

"I always meant to apologise."

[le_desirous]

"Yes, I realise that."

[russet_goddess]

"Good."

[le_desirous]

He crouches down beside her, not without a wince. "If there's reparation to be made--"

[russet_goddess]

"I don't care if y'sleep with me, if that's what y'want."

[le_desirous]

"Will it help?"

[russet_goddess]

"Help y'feel y'ent done me so wrong, mebbe. But I don't care."

[le_desirous]

"No good, then. All right. But if you ever need anyone to keep your bed warm--"

[russet_goddess]

"I'm warm."

[le_desirous]

"All right." He lets out his breath, and hauls himself to his feet again.

[russet_goddess]

Zara sits and watches him go very calmly, without offering to help, and then goes back to playing with the stone.

Possibly she even laughs a little. As far as Zara is concerned, Sagramore is a moron.