(Its occured to Abby this is something to do with all the time she's been ordered to spend trapped in bed. She's sitting up, with the book Cole gave her for Satinalia in her lap, fingers on the cover, idly tapping.) Got a spare hour or two?
(Well, she's- in her room, with the dog on her legs.
But maybe she can wriggle out of here and make it down the tower into a common area. Shouldn't take too long. She's overdue a little walk anyway, and choosing to forget that she shouldn't really be on her feet at all.
After a moment's pause,) Herb garden outside of the Mage Tower? Gimme ten minutes.
[Few words - but few words are needed, he thinks, when he's going to go see her anyway. As asked, Cole canters quietly down to the garden, shuffling around by a bench, listening while he waits. The herbs are happy. They are growing well.
Accidentally, Abby runs later than she means to: corralling the puppy and making him sit-stay-shhhshshh takes longer than it should, and then it takes longer still to edge her way down the tower when she discovers that descending the stairs too quickly makes her arms rattle (boy does that ever fucking hurt).
It's closer to twenty minutes later when she finds Cole, sitting among the herbs, staring into the distance.
She has the book tucked under one arm. The other is, regrettably, splinted and drawn across her body in a makeshift sling.)
Sorry, (she offers, dropping onto the seat with a huff,) This fucking thing– (the sling, she means, not the book. Let her catch her breath.)
[The wait doesn't bother Cole at all - he has more patience than the average person, after all, and ten minutes is hardly anything at all, in the grand scheme of things. It isn't until he spots Abby walking up and apologizing that he realizes she is late, but the lateness doesn't matter much.
Concern crowds his countenance, pale eyes peering from beneath his hat.]
And yet, it's not entirely true, because she still has to take a painkiller before she goes to sleep at night so the persistent ache doesn't wake her up. But even so, it's nothing to worry about.)
I'm healing. (She props the book open on her knee, flipping through one-handed.)
[Briefly, Cole's brows knit together at the correction - his eyes dip down to the slung arm and back up to her face, as if he's unsure what he said wrong.
But he chooses not to push the matter, taking his hat off so the brim of it doesn't get in the way of sitting close enough together to look at the book. Just in case, he keeps his senses open, ignoring the scent of something chemical and antiseptic, the drip drip drip of a bag of medicine that isn't there.]
Okay.
Thank you. For doing this. The words wander away and I wonder at them. It would be good to be able to read.
(She looks at him curiously for a moment, gauging the full depth of his reaction, page caught between thumb and finger.) I actually find it– fun. So.
(For her benefit just as much as his, really.) Have you ever tried learning before?
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Date: 2021-12-17 02:08 am (UTC)(Its occured to Abby this is something to do with all the time she's been ordered to spend trapped in bed. She's sitting up, with the book Cole gave her for Satinalia in her lap, fingers on the cover, idly tapping.) Got a spare hour or two?
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Date: 2021-12-18 05:04 am (UTC)Hello, Abby.
Yes. I'm not doing anything, since the scouting is scarce after the skirmishes. Why?
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Date: 2021-12-20 12:17 am (UTC)(It makes her wince a little... it sounds awkward, saying it out loud.) Thought we could do some reading for a bit.
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Date: 2022-01-02 01:34 am (UTC)[The awkwardness is lost on Cole - if anything, he's just touched that she's asking to take the time. He smiles softly.]
Yes. I would like that very much. Where am I wanted? I can come to you.
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Date: 2022-01-02 06:42 am (UTC)But maybe she can wriggle out of here and make it down the tower into a common area. Shouldn't take too long. She's overdue a little walk anyway, and choosing to forget that she shouldn't really be on her feet at all.
After a moment's pause,) Herb garden outside of the Mage Tower? Gimme ten minutes.
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Date: 2022-02-07 10:36 am (UTC)[Few words - but few words are needed, he thinks, when he's going to go see her anyway. As asked, Cole canters quietly down to the garden, shuffling around by a bench, listening while he waits. The herbs are happy. They are growing well.
It's nice out here.]
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Date: 2022-02-08 01:01 am (UTC)Accidentally, Abby runs later than she means to: corralling the puppy and making him sit-stay-shhhshshh takes longer than it should, and then it takes longer still to edge her way down the tower when she discovers that descending the stairs too quickly makes her arms rattle (boy does that ever fucking hurt).
It's closer to twenty minutes later when she finds Cole, sitting among the herbs, staring into the distance.
She has the book tucked under one arm. The other is, regrettably, splinted and drawn across her body in a makeshift sling.)
Sorry, (she offers, dropping onto the seat with a huff,) This fucking thing– (the sling, she means, not the book. Let her catch her breath.)
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Date: 2022-02-08 07:13 am (UTC)Concern crowds his countenance, pale eyes peering from beneath his hat.]
You're hurt.
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Date: 2022-02-08 09:36 am (UTC)And yet, it's not entirely true, because she still has to take a painkiller before she goes to sleep at night so the persistent ache doesn't wake her up. But even so, it's nothing to worry about.)
I'm healing. (She props the book open on her knee, flipping through one-handed.)
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Date: 2022-02-09 06:50 am (UTC)But he chooses not to push the matter, taking his hat off so the brim of it doesn't get in the way of sitting close enough together to look at the book. Just in case, he keeps his senses open, ignoring the scent of something chemical and antiseptic, the drip drip drip of a bag of medicine that isn't there.]
Okay.
Thank you. For doing this. The words wander away and I wonder at them. It would be good to be able to read.
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Date: 2022-02-14 09:54 am (UTC)(She looks at him curiously for a moment, gauging the full depth of his reaction, page caught between thumb and finger.) I actually find it– fun. So.
(For her benefit just as much as his, really.) Have you ever tried learning before?
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Date: 2021-12-31 03:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-01-02 01:28 am (UTC)No, I am not. Why?
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Date: 2022-01-02 06:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-02-07 10:32 am (UTC)Yes. I will be there soon.