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[called_lioness]

Everything is...not back to normal.

Because everything is different, now, so there may be something called normal, but it's not what wasBut she spoke with Edmund, and there are others she'll speak with, and she feels...she feels almost better. A little

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[the_seafarer]

Caspian's face has not stopped being red for...well, going on the last twenty minutes or so, at least. He's paying very strict attention to the ledger, making adjustments and notes and...

And not quite looking up at Lucy.

Still, it isn't the cool silence of their fights earlier, nor is it terribly heavy.

Only very, very, very awkward.

[called_lioness]

She's gnawing at the nail of her thumb.

It's a bad habit, and she only, really, does it when she's something on her mind, and she's going to ruin the nail, she realizes with a sigh.

Bugger.

"Are we going to talk about it?" she asks, uncertainly, without quite looking up from her book. She's not sure if they should or just...

She doesn't know what else, really.

[the_seafarer]

"Er."

He glances up from the ledger, and immediately blushes even brighter.

"I don't...really know what to say." One hand lifts, helplessly, and returns to the paper.

"...do you?"

[called_lioness]

She doesn't look up at all as she says, "What, you mean beyond the fact that we've spent the last several days immitating a pair of rabbits, I've had you in--in my mouth, and now I can't look at you without going the color of an apple and it's getting rapidly more uncomfortable?"

It's blunter than she'd ever have been before, but she still wants that chocolate, even knowing she shouldn't touch if should she have the chance, and even if it makes her cheeks flame brighter, her tone is just tired.

She doesn't even know how she can or can't touch him right now, and she really, truly doesn't like it.