"I'll be sure to trip you if you try to run away with him before you manage
to get married," Ulla tells him dryly. A public service.
But she likes the idea of it. That he wants her there, for something that
important. She would have been next to Signy at her wedding, once upon a
time, if she'd been allowed to. If Signy and Roffe had deserved her loyalty.
"I knew I could trust you to take care of that," he says with a big grin before he breathes in deep and breathes out low. He's starting to relax now, having her close.
But there's other logistics to wonder about.
"We need to find a spot for you to swim for the moment. I didn't see much of anything yet in the area below. Think you can magic up a little pond for yourself here?"
"There's a greenhouse, but it looks and smells different. Probably best I get you up on the deck anyway, since there's a call for healers and I know from personal experience that they don't come much better."
"I have my magic back. I have you back." That would have been more
than enough for one day. But there was more. "And I have my freedom. How
do you think I'm feeling?"
Ulla is just fine. He doesn't have to worry about her today. She even
leans in to kiss his cheek in return.
She's too grateful for his presence to smack him at the moment, but she
does roll her eyes. "Was I not clear enough?"
But fine, she'll answer the question. "I don't feel hopeless anymore."
Because she did. By the end of her month on the Clipper, she couldn't see
any way out of it short of disappearing back to her death. She didn't want
that, but it was starting to feel better than the drawn out alternative.
"Was it terrible on the other ship?" Ulla asks. Physically he looks fine,
but there are plenty of other ways to hurt people. "Iris and Jacobi were on
mine. Were you on your own?"
Maybe he had Lark with him, but she knows several of his most important
people were on the Clipper.
Her arms tighten around Warren's shoulders when he confirms that he'd been
alone, with no one to lean on or hold onto, only people to worry over. "If
I had seen him again, but not you, I would have drowned him."
"...you also would have been an inmate, where that sort of thing is allowed," he points out fondly, "and he would have gotten up afterwards. But. That isn't how it went. So you are going to want to play nice.
"I didn't kill anyone the whole time I was an inmate. I suppose I can
resist the urge now." She's mostly joking. She doesn't have any intention
of trapping herself here again, and she does take this seriously.
But if she hadn't gotten Warren back, she wouldn't have graduated today
anyway, so Eiffel would have had her to worry about.
"A record we both hold," he says cheerfully because yes, he's proud of that. He takes pride in Ulla's accomplishments. And this is an accomplishment for both of them.
"But if he mentions it. When he mentions it. I didn't want you to be surprised."
She laughs. "You don't need to sound so proud about that. It's just lucky
you made me care about you as much as I wanted to stab you, or I might not
have managed it. You're very irritating."
"You're the worst," Ulla tells him fondly, leaning her head against his
shoulder again and relaxing against him. She's going to revel in this
until they get where they're going and he has to put her down. "I have
things to tell you about the past month, and I want to hear what happened
to you. But it can wait till everything settles a little. Healings first."
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"I'll be sure to trip you if you try to run away with him before you manage to get married," Ulla tells him dryly. A public service.
But she likes the idea of it. That he wants her there, for something that important. She would have been next to Signy at her wedding, once upon a time, if she'd been allowed to. If Signy and Roffe had deserved her loyalty.
Warren deserves this.
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But there's other logistics to wonder about.
"We need to find a spot for you to swim for the moment. I didn't see much of anything yet in the area below. Think you can magic up a little pond for yourself here?"
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"Did the pool or the greenhouse survive intact? That would do, until we see if the cabins will sort themselves out."
She can deal with clearing the pond or the pool as necessary. Either of those options seems more sensible than creating a new pond.
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"There's a greenhouse, but it looks and smells different. Probably best I get you up on the deck anyway, since there's a call for healers and I know from personal experience that they don't come much better."
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"The deck will do for now, and we can worry about water later." She's been beached for a month. What's a little longer?
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"How're you feeling?"
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"I have my magic back. I have you back." That would have been more than enough for one day. But there was more. "And I have my freedom. How do you think I'm feeling?"
Ulla is just fine. He doesn't have to worry about her today. She even leans in to kiss his cheek in return.
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"I don't know. That's why I asked."
She can smack him. It's fine. He'll still keep carrying her, holding her close.
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She's too grateful for his presence to smack him at the moment, but she does roll her eyes. "Was I not clear enough?"
But fine, she'll answer the question. "I don't feel hopeless anymore."
Because she did. By the end of her month on the Clipper, she couldn't see any way out of it short of disappearing back to her death. She didn't want that, but it was starting to feel better than the drawn out alternative.
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"I'm feeling... a lot of hope right now, honestly."
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"Was it terrible on the other ship?" Ulla asks. Physically he looks fine, but there are plenty of other ways to hurt people. "Iris and Jacobi were on mine. Were you on your own?"
Maybe he had Lark with him, but she knows several of his most important people were on the Clipper.
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"You weren't there. Jacobi. Iris. Lark. Zack." A pause. "No one. Just... people to look out for."
A pause.
"You know? I told Eiffel I'd let you have free reign on him. But now? You're going to have to just... almost drown him."
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Her arms tighten around Warren's shoulders when he confirms that he'd been alone, with no one to lean on or hold onto, only people to worry over. "If I had seen him again, but not you, I would have drowned him."
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"He isn't worth losing your freedom."
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"I didn't kill anyone the whole time I was an inmate. I suppose I can resist the urge now." She's mostly joking. She doesn't have any intention of trapping herself here again, and she does take this seriously.
But if she hadn't gotten Warren back, she wouldn't have graduated today anyway, so Eiffel would have had her to worry about.
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"But if he mentions it. When he mentions it. I didn't want you to be surprised."
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She laughs. "You don't need to sound so proud about that. It's just lucky you made me care about you as much as I wanted to stab you, or I might not have managed it. You're very irritating."
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He can't help a laugh, though.
"Oh. I'm very irritating."
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"You're the worst," Ulla tells him fondly, leaning her head against his shoulder again and relaxing against him. She's going to revel in this until they get where they're going and he has to put her down. "I have things to tell you about the past month, and I want to hear what happened to you. But it can wait till everything settles a little. Healings first."
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"I do want to hear all about it, though."