July 27, 2004
R'hyn narrowly escapes murder-by-fork, thanks to Emani, and has a private conversation with Willa.

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You head through the tunnel to emerge in the living cavern.

Finola places her plate and wineglass at the nighthearth and takes a seat, loads up a fork and is about to take a bite when she hears it. 'Sniff'. Putting her fork down she looks around for the culprit and isn't successful in finding the sniffler right off so she quietly goes about eating her dinner but she is listening carefully.

Since Emani's currently looking at Willa with a kind of horror - and the sneeze causes her to look -away- - ew! - she's able to spot Finola moving in the same direction. "'Scuse me," she says to B'den and N'thri - though only the bluerider gets a quick shoulder squeeze as she rises to head for the healer.

From afar, B'den , Emani and N'thri are seated at one of the tables, managing to converse despite the crush and bustle of the 'caverns. N'thri's got a plate of food that he picks at every so often, but the bronzerider is refreshment free. Willa's sniffling and sneezing at one of the nighthearths, with a mug of klah. Finola's heading over toward her, with her son in tow.

Willa notices Finola arriving and that is enough to get her to try to stifle her sniffles and sneezes. She concentrates hard on wringing the handkerchief in her hand and stares forlornly into her sneezed cup. Finally, seeming to decide something she takes a drink out of it anyway. Setting it aside she rubs her hands together and tucks them into the cuffs of her dress.

R'hyn is literally covered in snow, as if he's been swimming in the stuff. Standing at the entrance, he makes a valiant effort to shake and wipe the slush from his clothes, but this failing, it's not really surprising that he heads directly for the nighthearths, evidently with the intention of warming himself in front of them.

Grinning broadly, N'thri says back to B'den, "Did you deserve it is the question." When Emani excuses herself, he looks over long enough to follow her course with his eyes, but seems to find it lacks interest and so he goes back to his talk with the Wingleader. "What'd you do that got Geraine's ire up like that, anyway?"

Finola looks over at Willa and her brows furrow almost instantly as she takes in the girls appearance "Are you feeling alright Journeyman?" she asks casually as she takes another bite of her dinner. "I thought you were looking peaky last night." Wiping her mouth with her napkin the healer turns around so she is closer to the harper girl and looks at her intently, missing Emani's approach and R'hyn's arrival.

B'den watches Emani's departure as well, like a starving man watching a T-bone undulating away. "Huh?" A blink and a shake and he turns reluctantly back to N'thri. "Sorry?"

Emani winds up at the nighthearths just in time to catch Finola's questions to Willa - well, that's certainly more important. I mean, look at the girl! A quick smile gets her a chair to drag up near them both, and she sits and waits. And if her gaze drifts back to the table she's just left - what of it?

Dude. Is N'thri invisible or something? He blinks at B'den like a half-dozen times, following the bronzerider's line of sight with his own eyes, slack-jawed. "Uh." Fortunately, this distraction lets him miss R'hyn's arrival, so he doesn't have to freak out about two things at once. "We were talking about Geraine."

R'hyn ends up in front of the hearths with a minimum of disruption, for once, and merely plonks himself in front of them, apparently embracing the warmth. It takes him some time - whether or not anyone notices him in the meantime - to register those nearby; "Oh. Hello," he says, sounding tired, nodding to Emani, Willa and Finola in turn.

B'den blinks at the younger rider in return. "What about Geraine? ...Oh! Yeah, last time I saw her was after Siramyth's flight. Like I said, I wasn't in any mood t' be asking about clothes."

Finola pages: Near the nighthearth, Finola rolls her eyes towards the roof of the cavern at Willa's explaination "I'll get you something to take for that, you don't want pneumonia do you? I've already got one case if that already in the infirmary, silly Istan's who don't know when to get out of the snow and get warmed up." Fussing already over Willa as if she were a girl instead of a twenty something harper she reaches out to take a temperature off the girls forehead. Noticing Emani she looks at the girl for a moment with a feeling of envy for the young good looks the other girl sports and she gives her a welcoming smile "Good evening"

You move over toward the nighthearth, finding the fire crackling away.

Near the nighthearth, Emani nods to Finola with a bright grin. "Evening," she says, generally. "Hope you feel better soon, Willa." To the healer again; "You're Finola, right? I'm Emani - B'den was sayin' something about a firelizard you treated and I didn't exactly get the whole story, was curious. But you've got a patient now - I can wait." Then, there's R'hyn. "Oh, hey!"

Near the nighthearth, Willa tries to swat Finola's hand away. "Cut it out. It's just sniffles," she says in her best adult voice. If only she looked like an adult instead of still looking like a kid half the time. In an effort to distract she smiles, a bit not as brightly all things considered and says, "Oh! Finola! T'ren was in here this afternoon seeking you. Did he find you?" All innocent curiousity and such. At least she can pull off innocence. Sneezing suddenly she starts to wipe her nose on her sleeve and remembers at the last second to use her handkerchief instead. R'hyn gets a cheerful, if sniffly sort of smile. "Oh, hi!" she greets.

Emani looks pretty pleased to see R'hyn, grinning over at him as he approaches the nighthearth.

Still a little peeved, N'thri crosses his arms loosely, settling into a frown at B'den that's totally at odds with conversation. "Oh," he says lamely. "I'll make sure you get it, then." The fact that he doesn't want to talk to B'den any more really only makes things worse, since now he looks toward the hearth and his expression just gets that much more glum.

Evening twilight disperses and the true darkness of a winter evening settles in fully. The constant tap-tap-tap of falling hail - pebble-sized but occasionally still painful if one hits - fills the air. They freckle the ground as they linger, melting slowly. The winter air is cold and bitter. A thin, seemingly permanent layer of snow and ice covers the ground. (21F, -6C)

Willa sniffles from her spot in front of the fire and scoots a little closer to the heaths, unmindful of actually getting -too- close.

Near the nighthearth, Finola pulls out a clean tissue from her pocket and wordlessly offers it to Willa "I'll get you some things for that sneezing and your nose, I have an aromatic paste that will clear up those sniffles in a heartbeat." Emani gets a nod of her head "Yes, T'ren's blue firelizard got pretty scraped up in a mating flight. He didn't win." she says unnessesarily. "Just a wrenched wing and a few cuts, nothing too serious. Yes Willa, he tracked me down with Inou in the infirmary a little while ago."

Near the nighthearth, R'hyn stifles a yawn, as he turns shifts his body, trying to warm the other side, though the process is slow, and he's dripping puddles on the floor. He smiles back at Emani, but doesn't seem to have much more to say to the Dragonhealer; Willa is given an appraising glance. "Don't sneeze too close to me, if you can help it," he requests. "That'd be just what I need."

B'den's head comes around swiftly at a wordless complaint from outside. He swears under his breath - N'thri may not have heard that particular expression before - and shoves his chair back. His only explaination is a terse, "Durreth's complaining. I'll talk t' you later, N'thri," before he heads for the bowl.

Near the nighthearth, Emani ahs at Finola, nodding. "Right, okay. B'den said something about it biting or something insane like that." She looks rather relieved actually - no weird firelizard behaviour means less work for her. She reaches over to R'hyn's sleeve, to tug at it insistently. "How're you? Are things okay?"

"Yeah. Seeya, sir," says N'thri, saluting limply to the bronzerider. His attention stays mostly fixed on the cluster at the hearth, his elbow now propped on the table and his chin resting on his knuckles. He stabs things on his plate with his fork, though he stopped eating a long time ago. Woe is he. Er, him.

Near the nighthearth, Willa blinks a few times and ignores the tissue offered. Instead she uses hers. Because, well, it's hers. When she doesn't sniffling she tucks it under her and then glances up at R'hyn. "Oh. Sorry," she says quietly. "I won't." Which means, of course, she has to sneeze now. Pushing her palm against her nose she finally turns away and sneezes into her sleeve. "Sorry," she mumbles again. "Maybe I should go move somewhere else."

B'den heads through the tunnel to the bowl.

R'hyn's sleeve gets tugged at by Emani, and the rider turns to face her, laughing at something she's said.

Near the nighthearth, Finola shakes her head at Willa "You should know better, silly harper then to go out in the snow without anything covering you. I want you to sit in the hot baths for a while tonight, I'll give you something to put on your chest so you can breath tonight. Oh and a potion, probably one with some peppermint..." she rattles off other ingrediants off the top of her head as she mentally decides what to prescribe Willa. Emani gets a not "Yes, it did bite a little but not too bad. It was scared and hurt...you know how they can get." She quickly pegs the younger girl as the dragonhealer she's heard about. R'hyn gets a smile as he takes a seat and she offers him a "Good Evening" politely enough.

Near the nighthearth, "Okay. Yeah, I suppose," says R'hyn, laughing - it's kind of a bitter laugh, though he smiles. "I mean. As you'd expect. How is... er, the dragonhealing? And, you know, the love life, and..." He trails off lamely, glancing at Willa. "Oh. Sorry. No, I didn't mean it like that. I just don't want to get sick. Stay where you are." Giving his nose an insecure rub, he looks a little embarrassed. "Evening-- Finola."

Willa gathers herself up slowly and remembers her gitar at the last minute. "I'm going to go sit. . .over there," she says with a wave of her hand. To escape the healer. And protect others from her cold. So, before anything else can be said she scurries off, bumping into a table or two on her way.

Emani pushes up from her chair, standing closer to R'hyn for a moment - her attention's on Finola a moment, then R'hyn, more seriously. Willa's escape warrants a puzzled glance - then she notices N'thri looking in her direction and stabbing things with a fork. Just what a girl loves to see.

Finola watches Willa hurry off with pursed lips but since she has finished her meal she stands up, gives R'hyn and Emani a cool and detached "Have a pleasant evening" before returning her plate and walking out of the living caverns with her glass of wine, presumably to find some nice noxious medicines for Willa to take.

Finola heads through the short, sloping tunnel to the lower caverns.

Near the nighthearth, R'hyn frowns, taking a step backwards - closer to the hearth. "Did I just offend both of them, or is it just... circumstance? Finola seemed to like me well enough at the gather." He watches the Healer leave, then turns his attention after Willa, sighing. "Well. Anyway."

Near the nighthearth, Emani pushes up from her chair to stand next to R'hyn, nodding to Finola. "Yeah, I know..." Then the healer's departure gets another of those puzzled glances. "Man, people are getting weird." Speaking of weird, N'thri. She glances that way nervously, admitting, "It's a little - weird. I keep getting into trouble. It -sucks-. Anyway, that's not important." She looks up at him, concerned. "You're doing okay, right? Really? And - Willa's just sick - don't know about Finola."

Near the nighthearth, R'hyn, for good or for bad, looks a little relieved. "So it's not just me. What do you get in trouble about?" He adds, turning to consider Emani thoughtfully. "Yeah, I'm doing okay. About as okay as can be expected. I mean - no one's murdered me yet, right?" Nodding, slowly, he allows, "I suppose you're right, about Willa. And Finola... Well. I don't know."

N'thri does seem to be getting an inordinate amount of pleasure out of putting holes in an innocent wedge of cheese. So much so that he's stopped leering at the nighthearth, and actually seems to be studying his task, jabbing the tines of the fork into the food like this is a perfectly normal way to pass the time.

Willa sneezes into her hands and wipes her nose with her handkerchief. She plucks at her gitar listlessly and then tugs her sleeves down over her hands.

Near the nighthearth, Emani sighs, muttering, "Different things. It's easier when you just -sleep- with 'em, you know." Now eyeing N'thri nervously, she adds, "Um. Think I'd better go soon. Unless you want to meet him?" 'Cause who wouldn't want to meet a fork-wielding psycho? "And no one will kill you. I'm serious, I can help. Just don't blame me for sleeping witht he enemy and all. He's just really - different," she finishes, lamely.

Emani seems a little horrified by the cheese-torture, suddenly trying to finish her conversation more quickly.

Near the nighthearth, R'hyn outright stares at Emani, then turns pink. "Oh. Oh, I get it now." He follows Emani's gaze, as best he can, looking a little surprised. "No, no, I think I'll... it's probably better if I leave it to you. Um. Thanks. For doing your part." He coughs, digging a hand into his pocket. "It's okay. I won't. Really."

R'hyn, for the first time, follows Emani's gaze, giving N'thri a somewhat surprised - but interested - glance.

N'thri remains peacefully oblivious to having attracted the attention of the nighthearth folks for several pokes of his fork at least. It's not until the wedge actually starts to crumble that, with a wrinkle of his nose, he dislodges the fork and looks up again. He only catches the tail-end of R'hyn's glance, but his own expression is pretty telling: Don't look at him like that or R'hyn's going to have a lot in common with the cheese.

R'hyn hastily averts his gaze. Score one to the bluerider.

Near the nighthearth, Emani grabs R'hyn's arm a moment, saying seriously, "If I can make capable, you can -definitely- be Weyrleader. We'll have lunch soon, when you can manage it, okay?" At N'thri's glance of death, she's fairly embarrassed. "Oh - Well. Shards." She winces. "I'll talk to you soon," she promises.

N'thri wins!

Willa is watching things almost curiously. Her head remains down for the most part until it dawns on her she forgot her mug. Heaving herself up she scuttles over to the good tables and gets a fresh one. Carrying it back to her table she sneezes carefully away from her drink this time before sitting back down.

Near the nighthearth, R'hyn nods, after a pause - and actually smiles. "Yeah. Okay, maybe I can. Yes - all right. I'll find the time, somehow. That would be good." It's at this juncture that he averts his gaze from N'thri - he had been outright staring for rather a long time - and then he adds, "All right. He seems--- um." He gives up.

Emani has taken hold of R'hyn's arm for a moment, saying something quite earnestly. When N'thri looks at the bronzerider, she flushes, says one last thing, then heads away from the hearths, looking really annoyed with one bluerider whose direction she's moving in.

Near the nighthearth, Emani winches again - really, he's not insane! - "Sorry - "

R'hyn opens up his mouth to say something more, but shuts it again as Emani leaves, head shaking slowly. He sits, finally, keeping his gaze away from bluerider and dragonhealer both.

N'thri looks pretty pleased with himself after he successfully chases away R'hyn's glance. But it's a short-lived smugness, checked by the expression Emani wears as she approaches. Perhaps in some attempt to feign ignorance, he puts a very small piece of very punctured cheese in his mouth. Mm, cheese is good.

Emani just stands at the end of the table for a moment, staring at N'thri. Instead of yelling at him - to the disappointment of a few fascinated people watching - she sits in her chair and begins to talk to him in low tones. She mutters to N'thri, "What... your... You... you're insane. Can... to people, or... me..."

Willa drops her head onto her table and plucks at her gitar. Shivering a bit she glances towards the hearths, but doesn't move back. Yea. Give the new weyrleader a cold right off. That's going to impress him.

N'thri looks up at Emani, chewing his very small mouthful a lot longer than he probably really needs to. He mutters to Emani, "... talk... whoever... But I'm... the... pals." He shrugs as casually as he can, but his eyes dart toward the hearth a time or three as he speaks.

R'hyn busies himself looking elsewhere, though the tension in his posture suggests that he's well aware that, on and off, he's being watched. He attempts an introduction to a young man nearby, and is scorned. R'hyn looks a little embarrassed, and starts cleaning dirt from beneath his fingernails.

Emani narrows her eyes at N'thri as he tries to be all casual about essentially threatening the weyrleader with a fork. Okay, not really - but still. She mutters to N'thri, "... care if you... him or not.... just... you... while you're... at what... y'know?... not real comforting." As she sees his gaze dart to the hearths, she sighs and grabs his chin, trying to make him look at her. "Stop that."

Willa sighs and glances at R'hyn again. Darn the man anyway. She can't just leave him there. So, she yanks herself up out of her chair and wobbles back to the hearths. Once there she asks, "If I promise not to breathe on you may I sit down? I'm freezing." See? It's not pity.

"Oh!" R'hyn sounds embarrassed. "Yes - please do. I'm sorry; I didn't mean to make you feel like you couldn't stay, before." He takes his gaze away from his fingernails, and smiles - almost a little hopefully - at the Harper.

N'thri smiles almost indulgently at Emani, putting his fingers around her wrist; at the very least, she can't jerk his head around too much like that. He mutters to Emani, "... it occur... my... darling,... got nothing... do with what /you/... coincidence. I'm sure... stuff with forks... times... account... that..." Though his smile is mild, it never reaches his eyes.

Willa sits back down, leaving a chair and a half of space between her and the rider. "Oh, you didn't," she's quick to assure. Mostly it was Finola. She was going to come up with evil things to make me take. It's just the sniffles. I mean, really. I'm not a kid! I'm quite over twenty turns already."

Emani keeps hold of N'thri, not attempting to shake his head at all; just looking at him. She mutters to N'thri, "No, it... And... it's possible.... if that coincidence comes... again?... not..." She's a little concerned at the smile, blinking and lowering her voice further.

R'hyn, wrinkling his nose, laughs. "Oh - yes, I suppose that's fair enough. I don't like healer concoctions, either, though I guess they do help." He's stopped fingernail cleaning, thankfully, and adds, "I think healers think of us all as children, really. Can't look after ourselves."

Willa laughs, the sound turning into a cough that she's quick to drown in case there is a lurking healer. She chews on her lower lip and then lowers her voice as she asks a question.

Near the nighthearth, Willa says "Are things still going poorly for you?"

"Have you tried some tea - just normal tea?" R'hyn wants to know. "Or hot water, with lemon. That's supposed to help." As Willa asks her question, he hesitates, then takes a deep breath before responding.

Near the nighthearth, R'hyn says, slowly, "Yes and no. I had a-- productive meeting with Geraine and T'ren. So that's a start. But--" he breaks off, glancing back at N'thri and Emani subtly, "There are plenty of people who remained unconvinced. And I don't really know who to trust - I don't even know if Geraine and T'ren are telling the whole truth."

Willa shakes her head and says cheerfully, "I just got sick today. I was playing outside." Sounding a bit embarrassed to explain it that way. Still smiling as if continuing on this discussion she once again lets her voice drift under the rest of the cavern's conversation level.

N'thri looses his fingers a little but, just as Emani's not letting go of his chin, he's not letting go of her wrist. He mutters to Emani, "... just a barrell of laughs... this... wasn't... so don't..." Unlike the dragonhealer, he doesn't drop his voice but resumes a conversational tone for his next words. "Seriously?" He shrugs. "Just got the wind knocked outta my sails a touch."

Near the nighthearth, Willa flips her hair over her shoulder so she can glance over at the others as well. "I don't T'ren or Geraine well I am afraid. But, I assure you, if there is anything I can do to help I am willing to do it. It's more important that the weyr operate effectively then people carry on silly grudges."

R'hyn positively grins at that, noting, "I fell over in the snow, on my way here. That was almost fun, except for the cold and wet bit." Idly, he plays with his fingers, twining them through each other, and rubbing the fingernails, as he lowers his voice again.

Near the nighthearth, R'hyn gives an almost imperceptible nod of his head. "That is, at least, what Geraine seemed to say. But it's easy to get blinded by your own-- I don't know. Grudges, whatever. Geraine wants to wait, before trying to fix things up with the Healers. Any idea why? She wouldn't really tell me."

Emani lets go of N'thri's chin slowly, sliding her wrist ouf of his grip to catch his hand in hers. She doesn't look entirely convinced, but lets it go for now. "Okay," she says, quietly. Then, confused again, "Sorry?"

Near the nighthearth, Willa shakes her head and sniffles a bit. "No. I'm not sure at all. Oh. Umm. No. I don't know. But, I could ask Finola some if you like? I'll let her baby me or something and give me gross things to drink. And, she is sort of back together with T'ren so. . .maybe she knows something."

Willa laughs quietly and shakes her head. "One of the kids convinced me to go outside without any coat or gloves. Then she pelted me with snow and dropped it down my dress. It was fun to get out, but I was so, yes cold and wet."

Near the nighthearth, R'hyn lifts his eyebrows, surprised. "You'd do that? For the sake of some information? That's dedication. Or," he allows, with a quiet, somewhat shy smile, "the sign of a true, successful Harper."

N'thri's brows furrow honestly, the false smile replaced by genuine misunderstanding. "Sorry for what? I don't think it's /your/ fault." He kisses the back of Emani's hand quickly, then pats it with his own free hand. "I'ma go keep Laijith company at the feeding grounds for a bit. I'll catch up to ya later?"

"Brrr!" says R'hyn, rather loudly. "Why would you do that? I can hardly come in here without rugging myself up. Almost looking forward to when Siramyth goes to the sands. I guess the kids really enjoy the snow - playing in it, and all."

Near the nighthearth, Willa blushes at the compliment and ducks her head. "I'd do it for the last weyrleader," she mumbles self-consciously. "It's nothing."

"Because this kid is, umm, different," Willa says absently. "And, it kept her out of trouble. I just thought it would be a minute and then we had a snow fight and built a snowman and then we were done and I was freezing. If I'd had time to grab gloves I would have been better."

"No, I mean sorry as in, not sure what you're on about," Emani clarifies. Then, she smiles at N'thri - and the kiss - nodding once, briskly. "Yeah - you know where I'll be."

Near the nighthearth, R'hyn, remembering, "But he was your-- cousin? So. Still. Thank you."

"Oh," says an enlightened N'thri, digging up a brilliant-but-dumb smile. "That's ok. When have you ever known 'what I'm on about?'" He leaves his dishes at the table, excusing himself to the bowl. And the hail. Stupid hail.

N'thri heads through the tunnel to the bowl.

R'hyn doesn't pursue the line of question, and merely nods, instead. "Uh-huh. I guess it's a bit like we used to build sand holds, on the beach, and play in the water. Only that's not cold, usually."

Near the nighthearth, Willa nods her head and then shrugs. She smiles faintly and admits, "We weren't that close. Just, well. . .you know, sometimes it helps to have someone you know who you can, well, it's so embarrassing." Blushing again she mumbles, "Well, it was easier to settle in when people were nice because he was my cousin. But I hate that. I want people to like me for me."

Willa laughs and nods her head. "Exactly like that. I grew up doing it in the snow though. I didn't do much playing in the sand. When I was at Southern, well, I was a bit old for it. And was trying to be more adult it being my first posting and all. It's hard when you still look like a kid half the time."

Emani watches N'thri leave into the hail, entirely confused by his words and exit both. She's morose a minute, staring at the dirty dishes before she abandons then as well, heading for the caverns. Willa and R'hyn get a wave and a bright, tight smile. "See you both later," she calls.

R'hyn's head is leaned in close to Willa as he says something - he pulls it back sharply. "Oh! See you, Emani."

Emani heads through the short, sloping tunnel to the lower caverns.

Near the nighthearth, R'hyn smiles, almost shyly. "No, that's fair enough. I imagine it rather does help. I guess now that he's not Weyrleader, you have to manage on your own."

R'hyn continues, after the dragonhealer has gone, "Well, exactly. We all have similar games - just... different, according to where we grew up, and all. I know what you mean about the looking young," he adds. "I was Weyrleader, first, when I was, like, twenty-three. And I still looked eighteen."

Willa keeps her voice down as she talks, pausing sometimes if someone else comes by, but contriving to cough and such when it happens so it doesn't look, well, contrived. "For what it is worth, and granted that is not much, I think you will do a fine job here. You're very nice. I think that counts. People will come around." Laughing a bit she looks sympathetic. "That must be terrible. No one believed I was a journeyman at first. Sometimes they still don't." The fact she is never wearing her knot might have something to do with it, but that is beside the point.

"It's a start," says R'hyn, looking pleased. "I'd like to do a good job. I mean - if it's happened, and I have to do this, I may as well try and do it well." A little amused smile flickers onto his lips, kind of quirked. "I imagine I'll appreciate it more when I'm fifty, and still look thirty-five. Sometimes, though, I imagine it's almost better, if they don't believe it? Sometimes."

Willa blinks a few times and smiles rather very innocently. "Do you think?" she asks curiously. "Why, I wouldn't know. I've never once tried to not be seen as exactly what I am." She flutters her lashes a bit, a comical look for her and not in anyway the sort one might associate with anything flirtatious.

R'hyn's not, for once, quite so easily taken in. He merely smiles. "Perhaps not, then. I just know that when I first arrived here, it was nice not to be known by any knot-- people see you differently."

"Well, that is true. When they don't know I am a harper they just see dumpy, pudgy, sort of gross Willa," she explains with a sigh. "But, when they know who I am they expect me to be more clear spoken and to know more. And stuff. Still." Willa shrugs and then smiles brightly. "But, I am not the sort to mope. Just the sniffles, you know."

"Just like people expect me to be confident, arrogant and-- you know." R'hyn nods, then laughs. "Good for you. I wish I could say the same about myself. If you'll excuse me? I should probably head back to the woeful task of trying to get my head around this weyr, and how it works."

Willa nods her head and smiles cheerfully. "Sure. And, I should go see Finola about something for my sniffles." She waves wildly and even though she says she's going to, she doesn't move just yet. Content to huddle before the fire.

R'hyn nods sagely. "Look after yourself, Willa," he says, as he stands and leaves, bracing the cold - and hail - with an expression of disgust.

You head out the tunnel to the bowl.

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