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[mind_overmatter]

Make that one ale, one water.

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[mind_overmatter]

Lee doesn't blame Alastair for a bit of undressing. It's hot here, now that some of the snow's been dusted off her hair and beat off her robes and the entire wet mess has dried somewhat. It's lovely, actually, but sitting so near the fire (as exhausted persons from outside are wont to do) was perhaps not the best idea for them to keep their judge of temperature correct.

"You've-- you've what, now?" She sounds as surprised as she is, and arches her own body after his on her own stool. Mirroring him, she dangles upside-down to watch. "You uhh-- you didn't have to get me anything." There's a part of her that doesn't believe him, because how could he have even expected their fates to intertwine again.

But that protest matches up perfectly with the idea that they always meant to circle back to each other, to accidentally meet up in another town down the road. It's not as if Lee travels very far most months - she's easy enough to find, a semi-permanent fixture in the handful of places she patrols.