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*Alanna exits the bar, slamming the door by mistake. She turns to look at it in surprise before continuing down to the lake and scrambling up a tree, quickly stretching out on a sturdy limb. After a long morning of training, she has decided to take a few minutes to enjoy the warmth of the sun while she still can. The slight chill in the air makes her sigh wistfully as her thoughts turn to the desert.*

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*He's no longer hacking and coughing, but Adam's still sniffling a bit as he wanders out to the lake, blinking his eyes against the daylight.*

*Sensing someone nearby, she slowly turns her head and watches for a few moments, breathing a sigh of relief. He looks better. She opens her mouth to speak, but closes it again and grins. Gripping the tree limb with her legs, she pulls herself forward and cups her hands around her mouth, lowering her voice to a near whisper as soon as he is in range.*

Aaaaaadam.

*Adam blinks and feigns confusion.*

What's that? Who's there? Is it a ghost?

*Completely unable to stop the smile spreading across her face, Alanna bites her thumb and nods, staring down at him.*

Yes, Adam. I am an apparition. Your very own trickster ghost.

*Several leaves land on top of his head as she rests her chin on the branch.*

Ooooh, a trickster ghost. Do you take a form, oh trickster?

Oh, definitely. I'm rather solid, if a bit small. *She laughs quietly and starts to sit up.* But what form would you expect, Adam Young?

I try not to expect anything, though I think I may be getting a vision. Yes, yes, I am, I think that in this form you may, perhaps, have red hair?

Got it in one. *She smiles and drops down in front of him, landing easily.* Hullo. How are you feeling? I was worried about you.

Mostly better. *sniffle*

Well enough to come back, anyway, instead of hiding in my fortress.

*Feeling his forehead, she nods.*

Good. I was getting ready to send a search party if you didn't return soon. Thom's fault, really. *Smiling, she hugs him.*

*Adam squeezes her back enthusiastically.*

Thom's fault? I don't want to know, do I?

*In no hurry to let go, she shrugs.*

I told him you had something that reminded me of the Sweating Fever, and he asked if someone had cursed you. Roger sent the Sweating Fever to Corus, you see, effectively cursing Jon and his family. Several of my friends as well. It... it's a bad memory. Anyway, I got worried, and wondered if I should have made you stay with me. Strongly suggested, at least.

*Blushing, she pulls back and scuffs her shoe on the ground.*

*Adam grins and kisses her forehead.*

You did what you needed to do, and I was fine.

*He steps back and turns a circle.*

See? Proud to be curse-free.

*Eyes bright with amusement, she pays very close attention as he turns.*

Well, that's not all really. I fear it gave Thom ideas, and now cursing you is on his to-do list, right under tormenting Delia and being the best sorcerer. I just thought you should know.

*She grins.*

*Adam rolls his eyes.*

Ohh, goody. What am I in for, then?

*She holds her hands up.*

I have no idea. I distracted him with ice cream and a rather repulsive green shirt. Oh, that reminds me. I brought something back for you too.

*Raised eyebrow*

Oh really?

Really. *She tilts her head, eyeing him.* It's a good something, I promise. You can have it whenever you like, but first... there's something I wanted to talk to you about.

*Swallowing, Alanna bends down and picks up a rock, throwing it as far out over the lake as she can.*

You are friendly with Morgan, yes?

*Adam swallows, and very carefully stills his voice.*

...yes?

*Alanna nods, still staring at the water.*

I thought so. A few nights ago -I think it was Thursday- she arrived with her horse and belongings. I found her outside, and tried my best not to scare her off, but I don't think she likes me much. However, she thankfully trusted me enough to let me heal her as best I could.

She was hurt, Adam. I don't know who did it. She didn't want me to see who was responsible.

*Adam frowns, going back and forth between relief that Alanna hadn't been enquiring about other aspects of his friendship with Morgan and upset at Morgan's situation.*

Did she say anything at all?

Not really. I got her a room, and she found Susan... *Alanna's eyes glaze over a bit as she thinks.* She said she was not welcome at home. I think her Mother made her leave?

I guess she-

yeah.

*He sighs.*

*Alanna suddenly feels uncomfortable. Tugging the sleeves of her sweater over her hands, she smiles crookedly, still not meeting his eye.*

I think... I hope she's better now. I wasn't here this weekend, obviously, but I haven't heard anything. I just thought you should know. *She shrugs and looks up at the tree.* Want your present now?

*Adam leans over and bumps her shoulder with his.*

Sure.