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[treadingdawn]

War is completely needless when taking pleasure in the sound of your own voice.


Captain Barbossa, I will be able to continue working on the Black Swann tomorrow.

Kara, I hope that you are doing well. It seems Turkish Delights are infectious.

Pevensies, I brought tea.

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Knock knock!

[adamantined]

[And meltier! Watch the couch there, Caspian.]

It's not any trouble at all. You can stay here whenever you need to.

[Or until Peter finds out.]

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[Brushing his long hair away, and nodding.]

Thank you.

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[Looking at his eye again, biting her lip.]

I don't really support fighting but I hope you hit whoever hit you really hard in retaliation.

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[He shakes his head in response. Oops watch out for the dripping, sorry.]

No, I didn't.

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[There's some on her pants but it's okay. She doesn't mind.]

Well.

[Looks at him, clearly concerned.]

I'm glad you're okay.

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It wasn't a terrible fight, Claire, but thank you. I really do appreciate this.

[He reaches a hand out to hers, to give it a squeeze of gratitude, except he just as quickly retracts his hand.]

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[adamantined]

Still - leave me alone, okay? I'm turning into a worry wart in my quest to become more like my dad.

[She smiles in return, getting up to throw the steak away and pick up some of the mess she made. When she comes back, she stand with her hands on her hips.]

The good news is, I think you'll live.

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That is a noble aspiration.

[It makes him smile, if briefly. But why throw the steak away!]

I appreciate the outlook, nurse.

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[adamantined]

[She smiles, but it's different, softer maybe.]

It is. He's a great man.

[Shakes that off. No one wants to eat a steak with your blood all on it, Cas!]

I'm hardly a nurse. I've just got a little brother. I've seen a couple nose bleeds. You want me to make up a cot somewhere, if you're tired?

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I would believe it.

[He nods. Oh come on once you cook the steak the bacteria's all gone right?]

Whatever is most convenient for you, either this room or even the floor.

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[adamantined]

[If you want the steak, then it's right there in the trashcan, waiting. Claire, on the other hand, is going to go about getting blankets.]

There's a... sofa-thing in my room, but I think Peter and Mohinder would probably have separate but equally great heart attacks if they found you in there. The couch is probably the best idea.

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[Ahaha, no thanks. He's not roughing it in the woods, no need to salvage.]

Then I will accept your couch.

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[adamantined]

[She's fretting. Let her fret. A couple pillows and blankets from the closet at least.]

Mohinder hasn't complained, so I think it's pretty comfortable.

[Mr Muggles comes trotting downstairs to sniff.]

If he bothers you, just ignore him. He'll go away.

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[Fine fine! He doesn't mind getting pillows and a blanket either.]

Who? Oh... I am sure we'll be all right.

[Caspian is tall and that thing is not. Hah.]

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[adamantined]

[She'll tuck him in if he's not careful. Or. No. Because that would be weird. Claire tosses the blankets and pillows on the couch and hands him the ice pack.]

This'll stay cold for a while, and I'll be just up the stairs if you need anything, okay?

[Sees Mr Muggles and Caspian standoff.]

Don't step on him.

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[Taking the ice pack, getting settled.]

I very much appreciate this, Claire. Thank you.

[Another look at the strange little dog. It reminds him of a court spaniel, only even smaller.]

I won't.

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[She smiles and starts heading for the stairs.]

Stop that.

[Claire stands where she can see Muggles and Caspian and tries not to laugh.]

Night, Caspian.

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[He's about to apologize and profess gratitude again but stops himself!]

Goodnight, Claire.

[A smile. Just wait till she finds them in the morning. His chest is a good sleeping place for little dogs.]