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[sai_delgado]

It's morning-- early still, although not quite dawn. There'd been no word when she'd gone out.

She's finished her stable-work now, and come back to the bar. There's still no word from the angel, and Susan's worried.

Biting her lip, she heads to Bernard and Nymphadora's flat, and knocks on the door.

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[the_woodpecker]

There's no answer at first, but then Susan might be able to discern the distinctive sound of a scampering puppy.

Also, yipping.

And cursing.

But that's not really the dog.

Bernard opens the door. His hair's a little askew.

Just be glad he's clothed. He's been taking care of his sick wife for way too long.

"Susan, hey!" He steps aside, smiling brightly. "Come on in."

Starved for adult conversation that doesn't involve mucus?

Never.

[sai_delgado]

"Good-morn, Bernard," she says as she steps through the door. Her own smile is there, but a shadow of its normal self, and she's twisting her hands together. "Long -- long days and pleasant nights."

A beat. "How's-- how's 'Dora?"

[the_woodpecker]

He winces and makes a so-so hand.

"All right. Not nearly so much of a leaky faucet. How are you?" His eyebrows draw together a bit. "You look kind of-- troubled."

[sai_delgado]

A half-laugh, a little choked. "Not-- not me."

A beat. "Hestia-- did she-- I left a message with the bar, did she carry it, do'ee ken?"