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[silversnowfall]

[At last. Peaceful, mostly sunny. No sign of the moon, or masks, or costumes.

...And Nephry is moving through the plaza at the pace and with the general stiff gait of an old woman.

Fitting, she thinks.

Near the fountain she sits on a bench, opening the journal on her lap. She's never been one to make announcements too personal, or to call unnecessary attention to herself. A chill breeze lifts a few pages of the book, though, and she smiles, writing.]

Winter is coming. [a pause, and then] It's still strange to me, sometimes. Even after living here for a couple of years...I still expect the cold and snow to be a more permanent visitor.

Do you enjoy the snow? Or do you prefer warmer climates?

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[silversnowfall]

[No, he has it right. In a few days, it will resolve all on its own. She's still tired, of course.]

Close acquaintances, perhaps, is more like it.

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[subethical.livejournal.com]

Well, I am glad to here that her artes worked well enough on an injury like this. In fact, I've been curious as to how different abilities worked on the residents here, considering the physiological differences.

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[silversnowfall]

My injuries from striking the roof are gone. ...I hope you're right about the rest.

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[subethical.livejournal.com]

The best thing for you right now is to rest. If you continue to feel tired, or ill in any way whatsoever, you must bring it to my attention immediately. Most especially if the pain returns.

As for Raine, please extend my thanks the next time you make contact with her.

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[silversnowfall]

[Is that worry, hiding in his brisk tone? Nephry sighs, taking off her glasses in order to rub her eyes a little.]

I'll have plenty of thanks of my own to give. ...Do you think it could be something more serious?