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The Gig, Sunday

The regular shifts at the Gig had also been one of those things Firekeeper had missed during her time away. She and Blind Seer arrived with apples for each of the horses, and spent some time just chatting with them before moving out to the paddock like usual.

Firekeeper settled against the fence in her regular spot as she watched the horses. The Gig is open!

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It had been a week, and that was more than too much time Arthur had spent not checking up on Firekeeper. Lady Blysse. Whichever you chose to use.

So come the afternoon, he found himself at the Gig, studying the horses from the opposite end of the paddock, before putting in the effort to greet her with a light nod of his head.

She might bristle a bit at the notion of needing to be checked up on, but it was a human quirk she'd come to know pretty well.

"Arthur, hello," she greeted with a nod, wandering over.

And he wasn't just the average human, either. Give a decent man a title, and it was +2 to all worrywarting.

At least Arthur was going to pretend like that wasn't what he was doing. "Firekeeper," he greeted, lightly. "Having a good time with the horses?"

The user of her wolf-given name got a pleased little smile out of her. "Yes," she informed him. "I miss them some, when I were gone."

"They look healthy enough," he said, surreptitiously casting a look at her to take in her bearing, cross-reference it, and see if she had any obvious injuries or disabilities left. "I was thinking about requesting some to send down to a friend of mine."

Just the claw-marks on her arms from some of Blind Seer's more violent fever dreams, which had faded from their initial angry red by now and besides, weren't that much different than what she'd earn wrestling him normally. "Send to who?" she asked.

"Reno," Arthur offered, settling once he'd made sure she was entirely all right. "He's rebuilding, and he can use any help he can get." Pause. "And not just because he's Reno."

"I not know him well, outside Reserve," Firekeeper admitted. "But Dani probably know where to get horses to send. These is mostly just riding kind." She didn't know much about rebuilding, but she knew a little of horses (mostly Derian's doing) and that there were breeds better suited to physical labor.

"I'm aware of that," Arthur said, lightly. "I still haven't spoken to her. I suppose I should." He pushed away from the fence. "Everything else has been treating you well?"

Okay, now the hovering might have become slightly more apparent.

"Our new roommate is afraid she will wake one morning to find her throat ripped out," Firekeeper rolled her eyes.

"You have given her your word you wouldn't?" he inquired. There was... maybe a touch of amusement to his voice. Not that he didn't understand the fear, but he'd known Firekeeper for a while, now.

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"Of course!" Firekeeper told him. "Would never attack without reason. I not think she the type to give reason." Yes, she'd phrased that much the same way when talking to Angela. Reassuring words weren't a strength.

Which was why, after a pregnant pause, Arthur had to say, "Not the type to give reason. Of course. You realise that sounds like a threat?"

"No?" she frowned. "Angela is very... small," was the best word she could think of. "Size can hide strength, I know, but with this one," she shrugged.

"Yes, but by the sounds of it, she didn't take it that way."

... Do not get in the middle of this one, Arthur. You don't want to be. "Which is not to say that anyone of sound mind should expect you to attack an innocent for no reason."

"This is what I try to say!" she replied. "What I say wrong?" the intricacies of human language still puzzled her, even after three years.

"You... may have implied that she could, at any moment, decide to give reason, after which you'd kill her." He was being gentle about this. You could tell by the fact that he offered her an actual light, gentle smile to go along with it. "Don't worry. It happens to the best of us."

No, no, it did not.

The first time Tahiri decided to poke her head out of her room since Thursday night, it was today, and the trip took her straight down to the Gig, right out to the paddock and the spot she knew Firekeeper would be.

"Hey," she said, much more subdued than normal as she sat down in the grass.

She turned Arthur's words over in her head along with what she'd told Angela, and came to the conclusion that, well. He had a point. "Human language," she said with a frustrated sigh, "will never stop giving me trouble, I think."

"And who can blame you, considering how well humans tend to use it," Arthur said, dryly, leaning back over the fence. "Make it clear to Angela you mean her no harm today or tomorrow, and if she's still with trouble, she's obviously in possession of a mental disease beyond our ken."

It... would appear that last weekend's events had brought out a few things that had atrophied since he first came to Fandom, around Firekeeper.

"Hey," Firekeeper replied, noting the lack of the usual energy in her friend's greeting. "You well?"

"It's been --" Tahiri brought one hand up to apparently smooth a lock of hair back, but gave Firekeeper a pointed look and tapped one fingertip against her temple. "Quiet the last couple of days at least."

Firekeeper gave a snort of appreciative laughter at that assessment. "I should not say this part to her, I think," she commented.

"That might be wise," he said, smirking.

"And before then?" she gave Tahiri a sharp look, because quiet should have been a cause for a good mood, right?

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