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[dragon_dealer]

Cimorene has just been kicked out her house by Lamorak, due to her own lack of sleep, and Percy's current state (bleeding and crackplotted into trauma). She walks a long time, in no particular direction, and finally plops herself at the bottom of the tree. She buries her face in her hand, emits a muffled yelp of frustration, and stays there a

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[myrddin_wyllt]

This is Merlin, on his way back from the Mansion - and he may actually not meddle exactly - he's got a good deal to think about just now.

But as he walks past Cimorene...

"Aaaaa...aaaaa...aaaa....aaaaatcha!"

We have Morgause to thank for this.

[dragon_dealer]

She doesn't look up. "What are you allergic to?"

[myrddin_wyllt]

"Not you, lady, I assure you," he says sheepishly. "T'is but a cold of sorts."

[dragon_dealer]

"Ah," is the depth of response she can summon, at present.

[greying_raven]

"What?" Direct this time, because it bears being direct. He stands before her, grey and quiet as any rock.

[dragon_dealer]

She looks up, and his directness is good. "I didn't sleep. My husband got enchanted, and now he's both hurt and in love with someone else."

[greying_raven]

Luther sits down beside her, and, because there are a good deal of problems people just can't solve except with a lot of time, he offers his arms.

[dragon_dealer]

And she takes him up on the offer, curling up against him. She never had a father she could do this with, could be comforted by.