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Oh! That's so thoughtful of you, Mr. Plissken. *smile*

Snake. Smiles. I know it is good for people feeling under the weather.

I'll make sure Timmy drinks it, sir. Thank you so much. He's a little better, I'm sure he'll appreciate it.

Good to hear. I would've brought chicken soup but wasn't sure if mice eat chicken.

*nose wrinkles* Chicken? My, humans eat the strangest things!

That's what I thought. We are omnivores. Should be expected.

Just thank heavens you don't eat mice! Though I think Dragon could use some competition.

I've ate rats. Eat what you can when you're starving. Shrugs. I'd rather not eat rodents.

*small shudder* Oh, I sincerely hope not, sir.

No worries sweetheart. I ain't starving anymore. War does things like that to people.

*concerned frown* You were in a war?

I've been fighting in one a long time. Almost twenty years now.

*sadly* Oh, sir. That's terrible.

Smiles. Better than what happens if I stop fighting. We all got reasons to be here. War's part of mine.

What are you fighting for?

Freedom and a bit of selfish vengeance. Mostly freedom though.

I think I understand ... a little.

Snake sat down so he wasn't staring down at her. I used to be a soldier and a pilot. The government murdered my family because I survived the war so now I fight them for my people. Guess I'm a bit of a rebel or a revolutionary.

*eyes wide* Oh, I'm so very sorry, sir. I don't know what I would do if ... Yes, I would fight as well if I were brave enough.

*gestures uncertainly to his leg* May I? It'll make it easier.

There can't be bravery or courage without fear. I'm sure you'd find it but I hope you don't ever have too.

Snake patted his leg. Of course. Where ever you're comfortable.

*soft smile* Thank you. *hops onto his leg, using the fabric of his trousers to pull herself up. Sits delicately on his knee, tail wrapped primly around her feet*

No, there most certainly can't. And thank you but ... I'm not so sure. Jonathan was always the one who took care of me, not the other way around. I'm not made of the same stuff. You would have liked him, I think.

Snake smiled. It isn't what we're made of that makes us strong but what we're fighting for. Least that is how I see it.

Looks curious. Who is Jonathan?

*smile* I think you might be right. We'll see, I suppose.

*wraps her shawl tighter around her shoulders* He was my husband. He was quite the adventurer too, though nothing quite as important as what you're going through, I'm sure.

I hope you never have to find out sweetheart.

Snake nodded sadly. Everything we do is important. Shame so many are lost doing the important things along the way.

I don't think I have much of a choice. *swallows* I - I'm going to see the Great Owl as soon as Jeremy gets back.

*pats his leg gently* Yes, that's the tragedy of war. I hope you know that we appreciate everything you do very, very much.