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"You don't think he'd find the question too personal?"

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"Oh, he probably would find it incredibly personal. But you seem extremely curious about it."

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"More or less only insofar as I want the space around the general territory mapped. I don't want to intrude on Prime, specifically, I want to - figure out Adarins, generally."

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"Aha. Then - Cypress or Max are probably fine with answering all the questions you like. I am, too, but I thought that was obvious."

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"It wasn't. You're very opaque to me, most of the time."
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"... You can ask me questions, I'll try to answer them?" says Edarial, quietly.

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"And sometimes you don't know the answers, or not ones I can use to do anything."

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"I - can't actually help with that. Sorry."

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"It's -" She doesn't finish the sentence, just sighs again and shakes her head.

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"I'm trying."

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"I know. And I'd be doing more to - help, meet you halfway, something - if I knew what. I'm so fucking jealous of Ice and Phix -" She shakes her head again.

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Edarial laughs a little. "I'm incredibly jealous of Cypress and Max. Less so of Max, but Cypress is just - flaunting, all the time. With his fancy magic and his perfect relationship and no actual personality traits to complain about without sounding hypocritical."

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"Yes. That. Look at me, I'm Ice, I can resurrect the dead and my husband looks at me like I'm a deity and I get to snuggle his soul when I'm not cornering the economy of my entire planet or commanding my robot army."

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"... Do you want a hug?"

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"Yes."
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He nods, and then - hug.

It is careful and snuggly.

"Obviously," he murmurs, "the solution is to figure out how to resurrect the dead with spellbinding. And then we can corner the economy of the entire planet and make a robot army with the proceeds and technology from other planes, and after all that I'd be insane if I don't look at you like you're a deity."
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"Well, great," she mumbles into his shoulder, "that's simple then."

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He manages a soft little laugh, and then because it seems appropriate - he strokes her hair. Gently. Like he's sort of afraid that she will either pull away or be upset with him.

"I'll help with it, of course. We have - forever to do it."
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She sort of slumps limply against him when the hairpetting starts.

"Great. I hate deadlines."
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Well, that's okay, then. Edarial is fine with being a thing for her to lean on.

"I never get things exactly the way I want them before I reach the deadline," he agrees.
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"I don't think I'm a perfectionist in the same way, I just like having time to do other things, now and then. Psychological health maintenance."

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"Ah, that makes sense."

She seems to want to keep being held, so - he'll keep doing that! Hair pet, hair pet.
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"When I'm in a hurry I can set aside other things, but then the deadline hits and I find that I've neglected Cricket and a letter from my father and remembering to eat more than once a day and getting to bed at a reasonable hour and all my side projects and - I'd rather not be in a hurry."

Lean. Sigh.
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"I do - something similar. Though a deadline's not always required, sometimes it happens when I'm excited about something. I've asked Berathyme to mind me if I ever - ignore everything not necessary. She does it reasonably well."

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"Cricket will remind me to eat - well, he'll remind me to feed him, and that reminds me to eat."

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