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Respite

The lake is dark and calm with a small breeze by the time they arrive at its shores. The stars above reflect perfectly in the still waters before them, and a small copse of trees lines one side, starting on their side of the river and jumping along the other side.

Chris takes a moment to re-prepare the spell he hadn't been able to cast in five years and gestures vaguely to the area around them as a suggestion for what the others can do. Gathering in the forest, sitting on a nearby over-turned log, it didn't matter to him. What he needed was an hour without interruption.

He settles down on the ground and presses his hands together as he closes his eyes to focus on the image in his mind. Within minutes, the white, shimmering outline of a large building forms in thin air. The gentle glow of its light barely spreads from the growing structure.

As promised, it takes the full hour before the slowly filling-in form is complete and finishes with a jaunty, echoing click.

Chris takes a breath, now sitting in front of the stoop that looks annoyingly like the one he'd passed earlier in the night, and gets back onto stiff legs as the glow fades away, leaving smooth, but otherwise unremarkable, white stone behind.

"Here we are. Home for the next however long we need. I'll start working on food and water next." Once they're inside, anyway, which is why he takes back his things from where he'd left them and leads them into the temple, marked only with the carving of ravens on the black wood of the double doors.

Inside is something just shy of opulence. The same polished white stone makes the walls, though black and gold veins course through the marble. The floor is the inverse, a black stone with white, shimmering speckles like a night sky if looked at for long enough. A single window faced East high up on the wall. The temple was alight with sconces at regular intervals along the walls, illuminating an open area that held all the offerings of comfort Chris could think of.

A large hot-springs-like bath, complete with a miniature waterfall, took up the left side of the room and ran into a smaller, similar bath at dog-height. Next to it, covered by a retractable screen, was a shower. Along the back wall, a raven's head emblazoned the white wall in black and watched out over a set of tables, chairs, and a couple of sofas. The majority of the center was clear for walking, but the right edge and right side of the room held a deeply inset pit of pillows, cushions, and blankets in various soft (black and purple) fabrics.

Finally, in the middle of the right-hand wall, there were two closed doors that, when inspected, revealed one room with a large, soft chair and rug, while the other room was made of nothing but stone with jars, pitchers, and plates on shelves along two walls and a cork wall perfect for catching daggers on the other side.

"I hope it works for everyone. I didn't...I didn't make separate bedrooms this time. I didn't figure we would need them tonight."

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"I know, love." It's all the comfort he can offer his mage when he knows he'll likely feel like the cause for the turn in mood, but it's not his fault. It's not any of their faults, it just is and would be for a while. Besides, they have more immediately pressing things. Like needing alternatives to towels.

"I brought one of your flannel shirts...and you'll fit fine in what couple of items I brought from Jacob and Martin." He tosses back to Wolfe as he looks around.

He looks to the blankets in the pillow pit and spies a couple that will work well enough. Some of them are too soft, but a couple are more cottony, and he shamelessly pads over to collect those three and sets them to the side of the spring. Not in offering to Jon, his Archivist is instead treated to a naked cleric climbing in and beelining for him to grasp at his hips are arms. Whatever he can pinch at to be annoying and distract Jon from Amelia's naked arrival.

"Now your modesty can be spared for a limited time...but not until you lay in here with me for a bit, I want to work at your shoulders." Give his hands something to do while they talk about this...and maybe distract the more human part of Jon from trying to drag this into a statement? He can hope. He just...wants them in the baths...and then something in his brain will feel like it's accomplished something good today.

Clothes? Fuck. Amelia cheeks turn a light pink as she ducks her face away. "I brought one of your favorite dog shirts as well as the one I embroidered for you. I didn't think you'd need anything or I'd have brought more." A beat. "Including some pants."

She and Chris certainly won't mind the view in the temple, but it will make things awkward if they need to go into any town or fight someone off.

Huffing a laugh, she smiles a little and leans up to kiss him on the cheek as a small apology. "I have supplies to adjust any pants Chris has that are close to your size. We'll make buying some," or stealing some, "our first priority once we have a safe place to do so. We won't let anyone else see you walking around naked." That honor belongs to her and Chris ...and Jon, who's apparently being cajoled into not paying attention to her or Wolfe making their way into the bath by a clinging cleric. Amelia can't help but chuckle at the sight as she slips down into the water with a soft sigh.

"The water's perfect. Thank you for creating this for us, Chris." She throws a smile at the cleric and then turns her attention back to Wolfe to invite him next to her. He prefers some amount of physical contact when discussing difficult things and right now, she could use that too. After so long apart, she doubts there will be many times she won't want the same while they're recovering.

"Take your time, love," she murmurs to the mage, keeping a hand on his arm or shoulder as he'll allow. "We have as much as we need." From now until the gods of this plane take them, and she hopes beyond all else right now that they've got decades ahead of them to do whatever they want.

Shaking his head ruefully, Wolfe pads over to spread out his now seemingly precious pants and underclothes to dry instead of leaving them in a wad to molder. He can't blame anyone, this is what they expected, nor would he blame them even if he could.

"With all due respect, I don't think there's enough stretch in elastic to bridge the gap between my thigh muscles and yours, forget waistline," Wolfe teases as he steps unceremoniously into the water to sink next to Amelia. Under the water, he slips his hand around hers. "I do appreciate the offer, though. And the shirts, but I'll make due with the ones that are mine unless it's some kind of shirt emergency."

Like a cold snap or something.

The smile falls away again into that same worn look he's been wearing at intervals since he was rescued. "Those things are some of the only ones you have of other loved ones. I don't want to take them from you. I know how important that feels right now. If I didn't have Anders' ring with me all the time, I wouldn't have anything left of him."

For Alaric he only has a tattoo, and for Morrigan he has nothing...

Looking at Jon, Wolfe feels he needs to explain a little. He feels a stronger tug to go into gory detail too, but he knows what that is and without Jon actively channeling the Eye he can avoid it, at least for now. "We were talking just now, if you couldn't hear, about if we're ourselves or someone else and I thought you should be in the conversation. We're all thinking the same things, wondering if we're real or if we're even who we think we are if our memories are technically borrowed."

His gaze goes from one of his friends to the others each in turn, then turns down to the water at the middle of the spring. "The way I see it, we are ourselves. It's the same as different versions of ourselves from across the multiverse, only this time the split is Duplicity. Our experiences are still no different before that, or before Drift Fleet in my case. I'm still the son of Malcolm and Leandra Hawke, I still have-... had. Two siblings. I still went through what I did and made the choices I did, and barring there being another mirror of me, everyone I've ever met would still recognize me as myself. Only now there's a time and experience difference, and... Another uninterrupted version of ourselves."

Sinking a bit in the water, Wolfe lets out a long sigh. "That's where I've landed on it. It's messy, but it's... Better than feeling like I shouldn't exist. That seems wrong."

But he definitely thought it.

"Hey!" is Jon's response as he's pinched into submission beneath Chris' hands. It's a solid distraction, and he ends up flailing only a bit as he's pulled in and the cleric's fingers dig into his shoulders in a way that makes him groan as he tilts his head back against the other man. At least until the other two join them properly. In spite of being told he should get over it, Jon averts his gaze from Amelia and Wolfe and outright closes his eyes until he can hear they've stepped in and the lap of water tells him they've situated themselves.

The reason for the fear and much more somber mood is made clear quickly, and Jon turns his head to catch Chris' eye with a warning glance. This is one of the things he is very worried about. If Wolfe somehow starts going off on an eloquent tale, Chris will need to shove the Archivist underwater or otherwise deafen him to avoid doing something no one ~~mostly~~ wants tonight.

He keeps his attention on Chris to avoid having to look at Amelia and potentially catch a risque glance at her very nice curves, but he's clearly speaking to Wolfe as he responds. "That sounds sensible to me. I've never much believed in souls, but memory? Memory is what makes someone who they are. Everything good and bad." It's why he'd been so adamant against any sort of alteration on that front for him. The time he'd had his memories wiped and rewritten as a native of the city remain some of the most traumatizing.

And he's already lived through questioning if he's Jonathan Sims anymore, anyway. Is he something like Michael or Helen? Just a puppet for the Eye to use? "I think all of you might... I appreciate you involving me in the conversation, Wolfe. But I think it's... easier for me? I've been questioning who I am for a very long time. If I'm the same man who should have died and stayed dead eight years ago. It's the nature of what avatars are in my world. So, our memories are copied over? And all of the physical characteristics, as well? Then it's a divergence, like you said.

"I'm only sorry you got this version of me. Martin said I was far more powerful the longer we were in the apocalypse." It's sort of meant as a joke. But sort of not.

Jon catches his eye and he gives a small nod. He’ll be watchful and close by. Just in case.

He can tell the response is for Wolfe and Jon’s gaze is more a precaution to not see what he doesn’t wish to, but something in his chest clenches all the same. The words aren’t directed to him, but he clings to them all the same. He needs them to be true.

Didn’t the Raven Queen collect unique memories? That was part of her fascination; for all the importance of soul and soul threads, memory was what made a person them. If that wasn’t the case, then it wouldn’t hurt so badly to have had people show up in Duplicity without their memories of being there.

Jon continues while Chris gathers those thoughts to use as mooring for all the clutter in him, but he can’t help the huff that escapes him at that final sentiment.

Luckily, Jon is still under his hands, so it’s plenty easy for Chris to pull him in and kiss his temple.

“I’m not. This is the version that’s mine; I’d not trade him for anything.”

So definitively said, Chris looks back to Wolfe and Amelia.

“Souls are real here, but it’s memories the Raven Queen values and judges, they’re what separate twins who share a soul thread. We’re just…late born twins, now made to live our own lives, whatever that’ll be. How I feel’s not fake, what we’ve suffered and celebrated isn’t fake, whatever that’ll other measure do we need?”

Amelia rolls her eyes at the end of Jon's statement. If the man is this insufferable now, she doubts the other would be any less. There's no reason to voice that when she's still grateful that he's here for Chris's sake.

Memories and souls and all else being brought up are more than Amelia's ready to grapple with right now. Knowing what she is doesn't help her understand who she is. Yes, she has her own memories and experiences, but what of those that came from someone else? If they're not hers, then what are they? What do they even matter? What does she matter? There are no gods where her original comes from; what does it matter about what the gods here think about her?

Her lips press into a frown. This is all just... too much so soon after getting away from the hell they were forced to live in for years.

"We are who we are, and we have the freedom to do what our originals can't or wouldn't do." It's a repeating of words one or the other of them have said since they left Duplicity. At this point it's all she has. "Everything from now on is ours alone, no matter where we come from or who we are." Dreams, she hopes it's enough.

She hopes she is enough.

"I'm not either," Wolfe replies, making eye contact with Jon, or at least trying to. What he says is earnest but not painfully so, at least he hopes not. To him, its just the truth. "You're the Jon that reached out to help me the first time I arrived in Duplicity. I'm not sorry you're not someone else. Power and usefulness have nothing to do with it."

He squeezes Amelia's hand under the water at that too. He knows she gets bogged down in her value to others even more than he does himself, so this goes for her too. This goes for all of them, as much as Wolfe knows he subconsciously excludes himself.

To Chris he nods, thinking that souls are probably real everywhere but not voicing that very pedantic correction. Chris would know better anyway, cleric of death that he is with magic that can interact with the flow between life and afterlife.

Amelia chimes in and Wolfe squeezes her hand again, watching her face. She's reciting more than stating belief but he's not sure they're not all doing that to an extent. It might lighten the mood to point out the things they all can do now that they're free of previous responsibilities?

"That's true. I have to say I'm pleased I didn't have to wait and study for years to get you back," he kisses the side of her head. "I would, of course, in a heartbeat, but having you here is better. As is not having to be hunted down and forcefed my own memories."

He directs that to Chris and Jon, knowing that in some version of events he'd have been somewhere in the Anderfels, knocking his head against the stubbornness of the Warden leadership, or what was left of it. He'd have had Anders, but an Anders who didn't remember, who never grew without him, who never acknowledged or even discovered the cracks they were ignoring. Wolfe has to wonder if they'll ever figure it out, his and Anders' originals. Since the Anders who really was his was... gone.

Swallowing that thought, Wolfe goes a little quiet, but hopes the others will carry on the conversation without mentioning it.

Chris kiss and sentiment are sweet, but 'originals' from Amelia grates at him. Jon keeps tight-lipped about it, though. For now. It's not worth the fight when she's already fractured and any errant word might make her crumble again. He doesn't particularly want to deal with a crying woman on top of her being naked and... everything else.

He can also see Wolfe is sinking into his own thoughts after the attempted eye contact and soppiness with Amelia. Now would be a good time to give him something different to worry about. Clearly.

"Well, if that's settled, I think I should- While we're on the matter of study... Wolfe, that's something we'll want to attend to. Imminently. Whatever translation effect Duplicity and this... eldritch being provided, we don't know how long it's going to last. I've learned a few Common words here and there, but we'll want to be fully literate and fluent as quickly as possible.

"To that end, if we're going to get clothes for you, I think it's prudent to acquire a few books, as well. I have the two you gave me, Chris, that are in Common, that we can use, but they're... advanced. We'd do better with children's books to start. If... those exist?"

'Originals' is a word that sparks a feeling of annoyance immediately. He can't put into words why exactly. Maybe because he's not sure if they're copies or shaved off pieces or...what if they are the originals and the ones who 'replaced' them are the copies, shunted there to make it seem like nothing was off? When he thought of it that way...it didn't change much. Someone else was still living the life he'd thought was his.

But the Raven Queen might know. If she'd talk to him...he resolves to try and ask later, once the others have gone to bed. They each needed to find what would bring peace to them on this subject; this would be part of his.

"Ah...yes. As I told Jon, I'll write out the Common alphabet and some helpful phrases you two can study, and maybe Amelia can think of a few if there's any more to add that's important." He looks up to the lady rogue, but his gaze doesn't linger long.

"There's children's books for the alphabet, too...A is for Azuth, I think. It's technically to teach about gods and letters, but it's simple enough to start. We can look for them when we get to..." Oh...he should touch on that too. "I think we should go to Ilnivur next. There's someone there that I think will help us, and we can do favors and jobs to pay him back."

Would that things were as they'd hoped and planned that morning when Wolfe burst into their room through the window. She wishes it were that way because then they'd all know what they are, who they are, who they're meant to be. Instead they're... whatever and whoever they are now.

Don't think on it. It doesn't matter. There's more important things to deal with.

She nods but doesn't say anything to the mage, letting the conversation turn over. That, at least, is something she's got plenty of experience with. "I taught," not you, her, but don't think about that, "my sister and many members of the House to read and write. I'll write out a number of children's tales and easy to follow lessons that will be useful for starting once we have parchment and ink." All from her world. All useless outside the context of learning.

Keep your fucking mind away from that. Not yet. Not now. Stop it.

"I'm afraid I know almost nothing about this plane or any of the cities in it, outside of the little you told me of Deismyr. Do you have a map I could study to better understand where we're headed and what lies between us and there? I'll ask you a thousand questions about the city itself when we're ready to go - you know how I like to know everything I can before walking into a new situation." A new city on a new plane with new people similar to those she remembers from memories that aren't truly hers is certainly a time to let her curiosity get the better of her.

Just... if she can keep her focus where it needs to be. She's doing a shit job now and she can tell it shows in the way they're all avoiding looking at her for too long and how they barely touch the things she says. In their places, she'd do the same; no one needs a mess of a rogue right now. Especially her.

Alright, logistics. He can do logistics.

"That's a good thought. You're well-equipped, Love, and thankfully your Common and Chris' Common languages are the same so you can still talk to each other even when Jon and I end up needing to learn. I also learned some of this Common when the translation went out in Duplicity, and some of the basics of spell-casting too so I should hopefully be able to get a head start there as well. Once we're written into the Weave, Jon and I may very well need to start over with how to handle magic."

Instead of continuing to hold Amelia's hand, Wolfe lets go and slides his arm around her, keeping her close. She's struggling, as are they all, but he thinks Amelia maybe struggling more significantly than Jon by his own admission and then Wolfe for his having had a head-start in processing this. Chris, though... Chris may be having just as much trouble, he's just better at hiding it, especially when he doesn't want to worry anyone. That thought is filed away for later, when he can get Chris alone. He's more apt to share the truth when they're alone.

"As for the cities, we're all going to need to know more. You've said a little about Ilniver being a magic city and that you're worried you'll lose Jon to their library," a joke, clearly. "But how does life work there? Is there a social strata between mages and non-mages we should be aware of? Any colors we can't wear or we'll be associated with someone unintended? Things like that. Oh!"

Wolfe points at Jon, mostly teasing but a little not. "You are going to need to learn some chores without machines, as well. Washing, mending, cooking and cleaning without electricity, that sort of thing." He can't deny there's a little pleasure in the idea of Jon learning how to do things the proper way instead of 'cheating' with 'modern' conveniences. Wolfe would be the first to say that a clothes washer for example definitely is easier, but he's always been a bit annoyed that those who grew up with them never knew how to do without it.

Jon can't help wrinkling his nose at the book title. It would be useful to know the gods here, though, beyond the Raven Queen, Bane, and Mystra. They're actual entities with the potential to impact everyone... and if they're going to ask for Mystra to weave them into the fabric of this reality, he should learn about her to ask for what he wants properly. In as much as you can just ask for something from a god. What sort of deal are they going to have to make with her? Something to add to his list for Chris. While the cleric might have some sway with certain gods, he doubts that extends to all gods, let alone the one in charge of magic. Maybe if they'd had his companion Silver to call on...

Adding to the mental list.

The map idea is also something useful, even if it's accompanied by what seems to be screaming in his head from Amelia as her thoughts push themselves in. He'll need to... mention something about that later to her. Jon's more used to following a navigation system, but he'd had to learn to map things out when he'd first arrived in Duplicity and no one had anything. Granted, navigating a city is a much different skill set than traversing the wilderness.

"I think I can manage to drag myself away from a library for a few hours each day. Especially if I find I can't read the books." As for the rest of that, Jon splashes water in Wolfe's general direction. "I don't see why we can't use magic for half of that if it exists here properly. You can make the temple as you like, can't you Chris? So we're hardly going to need to clean it. And you act like I've never used a broom before. I'm not completely helpless. I think you might find the studying aspect of magic here more difficult than I'm going to find cleaning. Oh, 'hedge mage.'"

He's not sticking his tongue out, but his tone rather implies it.

He shakes his head a bit, and the feeling leaves him a little lightheaded. Too much steam and exhaustion from magic and from balancing everything and...well, everything.

He brushes a hand down Jon's arm, but then moves to sit out of the water on the rocky outcropping edge of the pool. "There's only three towels, I might as well start on drying out," He offers as explanation. At least he wasn't trying to be showy about himself this time; it was purely functional.

He looks to Amelia to answer her questions since they seem the most relevant. "I can make a map, but what paper I have is small, the little book I usually keep with me. We can probably get a map of the city once we're in it. You'll have to trust me afore that. As for getting there, I didn't intend for us to walk. I can Gate us whenever we're ready. I can disguise myself, and we'll go find who we need. His name is Zalin Gideon...though, mostly just Gideon. He's the head of the magic school there and on the committee that runs the city. If he'll help us, we'll have resources and some protection."

From questions. From the Guardians.

He glances to Wolfe with a small smile but shakes his head. "And no, there's nothing particularly needed to know there. It's a magic city because it was owned by Phlan in the Moonsea for so long that, when it got its freedom, it jerked back the other way politically. It's not so complicated."

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Trust is one of the few things she has in abundance right now. Amelia nods to Chris and leans into Wolfe to show her appreciation for his care. It's... a lot right now, but it's also grounding. A reminder of how they often spent time together in those rare times when things were almost peaceful in Duplicity. A reminder that things aren't all dire now that they have each other after their escape from the city.

"Then we'll go when we're ready. It sounds like the right place to start if there's any chance this Gideon will help us." It's more important for Wolfe and Jon, but a city where she can resupply, find some work, and learn more about the area of the world they're in is a good place to be. A rogue is nothing if not for the secrets and information she carries, and this is a place where she can get both.

She just needs to prove she's still who she was told she is.

"Before then we'll need some rest and something to eat. Are you all right to handle the latter, Chris? You've used a lot of magic today and we can just have the tea I brought to settle us if you need to sleep before you cast anything else." No one's immune to overtaxing themselves, their cleric included. It's not like she's going to eat anything tonight anyway.

“I may be a hedge mage but if it’s the difference between studying or not being able to do magic at all, I’ll make myself concentrate.” He’s already had one pillar of his entire identity brought into question, he’s not about to lose another. “I’m actually more interested to see how you do considering magic is more than just research, it’s talent.”

Wolfe does stick his tongue out at his friend, splashing a bit back, though not enough to catch Chris in the crossfire now that he’s out of the spring. The pronouncement that the politics of the situation are not complicated earns him a raised eyebrow though. “How far did they go the other way? Non-mages aren’t slaves or second class citizens, are they? I’m going to guess the answer is no considering I think you would have mentioned it’s, but even so.”

Still worried for Amelia there, a bit. He leans his cheek against the top of her head. “Maybe we should make a list of things we need so we know how much work we’re going to need to get right away. This area works off gold pieces, right? How far does a gold go?”

Jon scrunches his nose at Amelia’s continued pinging in the back of his mind, Chris just… air-drying himself, and Wolfe’s teasing.

Does he have any sort of ‘talent?’ Maybe? His connection to the Eye might give him some sort of advantage. Being generally touched by all the eldritch beings of his world—the scars—have to count for something. Hopefully. If they don’t… it’s not Amelia who needs to worry over being useful, whatever assurances Chris might have for him.

“If you can’t manage food, Chris, I’m not particularly hungry.” Not for anything he can put in his mouth, anyway. “But tea would be nice, Amelia. I suppose we can use the water from the shower. That’s clean, right?” It has to be magical and it’s in a temple, so it’s probably purified, as well. The thought of drinking from the nearby lake is mildly concerning.

“Also, while we make that list, we might want to give ourselves a few days out here, just to see if any issues arise from our… departure from the city. I don’t want to get to your friend and find out we’ve all suddenly started oozing aphrodisiacs from every pore.” And the whole language issue.

He nods and holds a hand up to some of the light protests. "I'll make the food and water I intended, and Wolfe and likely make the water warm. The girls might have eaten, but I imagine Little Thunder and Poppet will want something as well."

So saying, Chris waves vaguely to the back area of the temple with the tables where a spread of food and jugs (and one wide tray) of water spring into existence. The food is all simple things: broth, some cooked vegetables, bread rolls, a bit of cooked chicken, a bowl of dried fruits and nuts...various things.

"None of it will taste amazing, but it'll be nourishing and last until this time tomorrow."

He tucks his knees up a bit when he turns back towards his family and wraps his arms around them to watch them. "Just eat when you're ready. I think a list of things we need, things we need to address, and some sleep are what we ought focus on while we gather ourselves. We should be able to stay here as long as we need to manage that much. I can make a clothes line next I cast this place."

Towels and clothes line. Maybe a place for washing clothes too, so they didn't disturb the lake too much.

He finally looks back to Wolfe and doesn't hide his small, amused smile. "You're starting to sound like Jon. It's a fine city, reasonable, they even treat their poor well. There's an underbelly and not great people, of course, but there's no overt political issues you'll need to worry about. No one will look twice at us for magic or none."

She doesn't protest anything being said. If Chris says he's fine to do as he intended, she trusts him. If he says the city is safe for all of them, she trusts his knowledge. If they all agree lists and rests are what's needed right now, then she agrees. There's little she could do otherwise until they're in a city where she can lose herself in crowds for a time to take everything in.

"I can't think of anything else to add to any of these lists until after some sleep, but I'll listen if you all want to start writing them all down as I start the tea." She gives them each a nod in turn, a small smile each for her cleric and mage, and then a kiss to Wolfe's cheek before disentangling herself from said mage. The 'towel' she could wrap herself in won't dry her or her hair enough to be useful, so she ignores it in favor of simply walking over to the table where she'd set down her things. She's not so wet at this point that she won't drip dry in a few minutes and be able to slip into a set of clean clothes, and being here means being out of Jon's line of sight while she gets out something for her and both of Wolfe's shirts - and his mug from Shadows' Rest.

"How soon do you want to cast the temple again, Chris? Should we create a list of new things we'd like for it as well?" Better they get everything down at once and suffer not having a few things that aren't as necessary as something like a clothes line than asking the man to re-cast this place over and over again. Not that she can think of anything else at this point; people will be able to see the temple if they pass by it, so why not use the sun and breeze to dry clothes on tree branches and cook outside before it gets dark? That should be fine, right?

Dreams, what would she know about fine anyway? Clearly nothing.

More thoughts to be pushed down. She wrings out her hair away from the tables and loops it into a loose knot before pulling on her clothes and searching out a teapot, Wolfe's mug in one hand and jar of tea in the other.

"I thought so, but I had to make sure. Old habits." Now alone on his side of the spring, Wolfe sinks down to his chin in the water. He's been alone for so long he doesn't like it despite all his family still in sight and proximity. Or mostly in sight. He'd have to get out to see Amelia now that she's retreated but he decides to give her her space. She needs it, he thinks. He hates that being alone with her thoughts on everything will probably make her break down but she needs that, too. They all do. He's just the first one to have cracked. He feels like a brittle shell but one that will strengthen with time instead of break. There's so much to mourn but still so much to look forward to as well.

He dunks himself underwater for a moment. When he comes back up he runs his hands back through his hair and then his beard. Both need a trim. It doesn't help the feeling of loneliness either. "I do wonder if maybe you're right, Jon. Not aphrodisiacs, or at least I hope not, but I still feel strange to be without some of the things from the city."

At that he tries to catch his reflection in the water, checking to see if his submissive tattoo is still there. It's hard to tell with how he's been moving around and making ripples though. "That's something we might want to address with each other privately; if there's anything we want to stop doing - or keep doing - that we only did in the city. Later, not tonight, but maybe put it on a list so we don't forget?"

He has this wild feeling that he's going to forget everything in the morning. Its unfounded, but still eats at him...

Amelia just... gets out, much like Chris had, and Jon immediately averts his gaze. What is it with people from all of their worlds not caring about nudity? He'd think it was just the city, but he'd known at least two of them when they'd first arrived, and he hadn't gotten the sense that they were particularly modest or discreet before their arrival in Duplicity, either. He does make an appreciative sound to Chris' thought of Poppet, though. While he'd brought some treats, it hadn't occurred to him that he might need to find some way to feed her past that. It would seem Chris does technically have that covered.

He can tell the cleric is growing weary, though, and while Amelia asks him more questions, Jon turns his attention resolutely to Wolfe, the one other person still in the water, instead of... hanging out for all the temple to see. Of course, that doesn't much help, either, when he brings up... things from the city. Jon feels his face flush with more than the warmth from the baths. It hadn't entirely escaped his thoughts, and he and Chris had jokingly discussed pet play when they came to Faerun. So many things are different, though, and there's still full on sex. He knows Chris just likes that and likes it with him, in particular.

Jon glances up at Chris with some uncertainty. That would be an awkward conversation, even if he knows Chris will respect anything he wants... or doesn't. And isn't sure if he wants.

"Yes, well... for another night, I think. Did you want to- ah... maybe we ought to get out. Did you need a towel or are you also planning to swan about sans pants?"

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“Not any sooner than sunset tomorrow. The temple lasts twenty-four hours like the food.” He shrugs. “If I remember right…it’s the cold months, so having the temple ready afore the sunset would be better. And…yes, good thought. A list of needs for the temple will help me remember next time.”

He vaguely hears Jon and Wolfe chatting, but leaves them to it in favor of trying to help Amelia. She was still tense, the water didn’t help.

“You know, one of those closed doors leads to a room where you can smash things. It’ll right itself when you leave and close the door. There’s a cork wall too…good for catching daggers.”

If it's going to be colder outside in the months to come, they're going to need new clothes sooner than not. Her linens are fine for Autumn, but not Winter unless she has other layers. Another thing to remember when they get to Illnivur. If the weather is cold, it'll be impossible to forget.

She's gathering mugs alongside the teapot when Chris approaches. A small, rueful smile tugs at her lips when he speaks. "You wanted to keep me inside for that, did you?" It would be a teasing statement if she didn't sound both relieved and frustrated. Everything gets difficult and of course they know she wants to throw her knives and scream until enough stress bleeds out that she can do something else she feels is productive or sleep. It's so easy to see that she's struggling that she can't be angry or upset about it. She's just... disappointed with herself. She can't even be angry that she's not how she was in Ragneux - good at hiding her emotions, at keeping everyone else comfortable and content while keeping her struggles locked away - when she was never there at all.

Why is it that every thought turns back to that? Why can't she just be happy that they're together and out of Duplicity? Relieved that they have Wolfe at the start of this?
Why is she so fucking weak after all this time away from their mage?

Exhaling slowly, she presses her hands to the table in front of her to steady herself. "I don't know what I need right now," she says softly, looking down at her hands. "I'm afraid of what happens if that's not it and I can't figure out what is. You're all trying so hard for me, even Jon, and I still can't..." Another, more tense exhale as she turns her back to the bath and looks up at the cleric.

"It's all too much, Chris. I was ready to be overwhelmed by a lot, but not what we have. Even if we have time and safety to deal with it, I don't know what happens on the other side. I'm terrified it'll mean I'm wrong and you'll all have to take care of me." By forcing her out. By putting her down. By needing to mess with her memories to make her stable enough for the lives they've committed to.

By needing to be taken care of without any chance of doing the same in return for the rest of her life.

"For your delicate sensibilities I'll cover up," Wolfe replies to Jon, smirking a bit but also glad to be able to show even that much respect for Jon's desires. He doesn't have to see anyone naked he doesn't want to, doesn't have to be percieved naked, and doesn't have to sleep with anyone he doesn't want to. No compulsions, no forced roles, no unwanted sexual dynamics. None of it. Consent is paramount and Wolfe is sure that will be the order among them for a very long time. "Avert your eyes if you don't want to be scandalized. Or jealous."

Wolfe winks, clearly joking, and waits until Jon's eyes are turned elsewhere to climb out of the spring and towel down with a blanket. Once damp instead of wet, he wraps the blanket around his waist. "Alright, its safe, though I don't have anything to sleep in so bare that in mind for later."

Puns seem like a good way to keep his and Jon's precariously decent spirits up while giving Chris and Amelia that cover to not feel awkward for a side conversation. Wolfe is also distracting himself, trying not to follow his instinct to go over and see what he can do to help. They can take care of each other too, and Amelia all but said she wants the opportunity to make up for not being able to while Wolfe was in captivity.

He looks over at Jon again, smile turning less teasing a more earnest. "I am grateful, Jon. If you hadn't Seen me I don't know what would have happened. You probably saved my life."

Jon does avert his eyes. As he rolls them and frowns into the middle distance. Why is he the only normal person here? Honestly. Regardless, once he hears Wolfe exiting the water, he waits a moment and then does the same, reaching for one of the blankets and wrapping it around himself immediately. His hair drips rather a lot, but that's something he knows he'll just have to deal with. Even if he were the sort of person to use a blow dryer, those don't exist here. Inconvenient, but manageable.

"And you saved all of ours by being there to find, I expect. We wouldn't have thought to go a different way apart from the doors they were taking us to if we hadn't needed to." He purses his lips, trying not to think about all the other people who'd gone before them. They'd not been so lucky. But maybe someone had heard the commotion they'd caused? Maybe someone else would ask questions. It's unlikely, but... maybe. "I'm glad we found you, though. And that you... were apparently in the process of saving yourself." It feels a bit like the Pit in that way, but Jon also keeps that to himself.

"I, uh... I mentioned this to Chris, but you'll want to be... careful around me. About what you went through. I don't have a way to fix things anymore if you give me a Statement." He shouldn't bring the mood down, but this is important. "I don't want to hurt you. Or Amelia." Chris, at least, still has his protection with Nate's magic.

At first, he thinks maybe he's misstepped with the room, that maybe it wasn't the right move after all. Then she explains more, and he lets the feeling go. That's not all of it...in fact, it's so much not all of it, that he feels he's missing something from her that should be obvious.

He reaches out and drags his fingers down her arm from her shoulder to her elbow, but then lets his fingers hover there by her arm until she indicates to him if more touch is helpful or not.

"If we need to take care of you until you can stand on your own feet again...then we'll do so." Simple as that. "Why wouldn't we do for you what I know you'd do for us? And, more immediately, if the room doesn't help, then we'll keep trying things until something does. None of us has the answer right now...and that's terrifying, but we'll manage like we always do."

His eyes search her face a long moment, and finally he cocks his head slightly. "Do you want to tell me what it is that's under your skin so deep you can't get it out of your mouth...or do you want to focus on making tea for now and tell me later?"

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