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*The room is completely dark save for a bit of late afternoon sunlight making its way through the diaphanous red drapes. Alanna is curled up in a small ball near the edge of the bed, buried under every available blanket, red hair trailing across the pillow in a tangled mess.

The front door is wide open.*

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*Face pale, she looks up at him through her lashes.*

Maybe... maybe I do have a slight chill or something. It's possible.

*She grabs his hand, squeezing it as if trying ot reassure herself that he's really there. All of a sudden, her eyes cloud over with tears.*

Mithros, George... I'm so sorry.

"Here now, what are the tears for?" he asks, pulling out a handkerchief and offering it to her.

He squeezes her hand gently and shifts his free arm arm to wrap it around her shoulders.

I'm not crying.

*She insists stubbornly, taking the handkerchief and twisting it in her palm. Leaning her head on his shoulder, she lets her eyes drift shut again and goes limp.*

Not crying. *She mumbles.* I have to get up and eat. Get moving. I don't have much time. Thank you for finding me.

Typical Alanna.

He sighs and tries to reason with her.

"Lass, ~~I don't think~~ are you sure this is a good idea? Mayhap its best you stay in bed.. I could bring you something to eat here?"

No. I have things I need to do. People... I'll be fine parked at a booth for the evening. Then I'll get a good night's sleep, I promise.

*She wraps her arms around his waist and hugs him, leaning on him more than a little. She reaches inside, searching for her Gift and finding only a small flicker of magic.*

Too much of my Gift is gone, that's all. Silly of me.

Of all the pig-headed-stubborn...

He takes a deep breath and counts to ten in his head. When he reaches ten, he says calmly:

"I've no desire to fight with you over this. If you're certain. But I'm not letting you go down there alone."

*Alanna grumbles quietly and makes no move to leave; she isn't sure her legs will hold her anyway.*

If you wish, you may sit with me here for a bit. *She lifts her chin, eyes still closed.* Maybe I'm not quite ready. But later, I have a job to do.

*And I can not think this through with you hovering about. Not you. Not now. I won't let him hurt you. She sighs.*

Molified he nods. "I do wish it."

He settles himself more comforably on the side of the bed.

You're keeping secrets from me again, he thinks to himself. It troubles him.

Very well.

*Sniffing, she shifts and makes herself comfortable. In no time at all, she starts to fall asleep again.*

George. You know I'd do anything... it will be okay.

A faint smile plays on his lips.

He gently settles her back against the pillows. He then re-adjusts the blankets over her, making sure her feet are covered.

She hates having cold feet.

"Sleep. I'll stay with you for a while yet.."

Okay. Thank you.

*She smiles, squeezing his hand, and falls asleep again. For once, her sleep is completely dreamless.*

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