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[wythersake]

More, then. You've done more with Riftwatch than most Circle healers ever have.

[tender]

That doesn't mean it's enough. Or that it supplants what I should have learned.

[ But what an incomplete education isn't the point of this. ]

You didn't answer my question.

[wythersake]

No, [ he didn't answer her question, it may not be enough. but she's earned some measure of honesty, hasn't she? here, beyond a dark room, ] Longer, I think.

[tender]

Are you giving it up? Healing?

[wythersake]

If Ser Barrow were to slip on his ass tomorrow and split it clean open, would you stir yourself?

[tender]

Am I the only one who sees?

[ stalling on the way to an inevitable, sullen yes ]

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I've seen it, and I'm walking away quite swiftly —

[tender]

Your secret will be safe with me, then.

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I will always be here if you ask it, Derrica.

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[tender]

You're a good man, Isaac.

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And Rowntree?

[tender]

[ hm ]

What about him?

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Do you think he's a good man?

[tender]

Yes.

The dream doesn't change that.

[wythersake]

You can trust him.

[ and isn't that the trouble with goodness? that the two are not the same. such an amorphous measure: bent to any shape. vague, too vague —

funny, that he might still feel its absence. ]

You're a good healer, Derrica.

[tender]

[ unseen, on the other end of the crystal: a small smile. however— ]

I trust him. And you. I trust that neither of you want to be those men.

[wythersake]

I'm terribly attached to my skin.

[ more seriously: ]

When you dreamed, the things that we spoke of —

[tender]

I won't tell anyone. You don't have to worry about that.

[wythersake]

I'm not.

[ he's a BIT ]

And understand that I am not worried when I ask whether you feel them aware of you, now.

[tender]

Right now? As we speak?

[wythersake]

Oh, no. I'm terribly distracting. It's the sonorous timbre of my voice —

[tender]

Isaac.

[ not unamused, just. serious. ]

I always feel them, the way you'd be aware of someone standing on the other side of a drawn curtain.

[ which derrica must realize sounds less than secure, because she clarifies— ]

I choose to draw it back and invite them forward. And I choose to keep them behind it. I know how that sounds, but it's...a tradition. Something passed down to me that I've managed to keep.

[wythersake]

[ what is dairsmuid? a footnote. a ghost story. the dream was built from it, whatever stolen bricks she's carried. ]

Is it heavy?

[tender]

Sometimes.

[ no ]

Thinner, near a rift, or in places where the veil is failing. Or when I reach for it, to draw it back.