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[veryvorkosigan]

[After this.]Cordelia's not sure how long it takes her to get the shaking under control, or at least tamped down to a trembling in her gut and a slight unsteadiness of the hands. Long enough that when she finally rises to start putting things away, the burned-down incense stick is cold to the touch

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[winged_defender]

When she looks up again, she might notice the scarlet macaw sitting on her dresser.

It's not clear how Peach got in with the door closed. Nor, for that matter, just how long she's been there.

[veryvorkosigan]

She just stares, for a moment.

A little hoarsely, "Machu Picchu?"

[winged_defender]

"That's my name."

The voice is casual, slightly cranky, as usual - but the eyes are a bit more serious.

[veryvorkosigan]

"When did you ...?"

Cordelia coughs, and swallows; the antidote capsule she took before starting may have obviated the effects of the drug, but she's still been in a room full of smoke for several minutes.