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#13557375 Dec 06, 2017 at 12:41 PM
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“Napping again? We could play another game if you are bored.” Fuerel offered, chewing his lip. “I don’t have to work on this right now, it can wait.” As he put down the phoenix feather quill that Mab had gotten him for Winter’s Veil last year. He kept it on his desk generally, the fiery plume always smoldering happily. But not truly hot to the touch. “Come on, we’ve got your hearthstone cards.” Lyssandra glanced over at the little table briefly then shook her head, curling into the blankets.

“No, I’m just. Tired, I guess. Not really bored. I don’t really want to play right now, you can keep working.” She closed her eyes, feeling a wave of lethargy falling upon her. Fuerel moved to sit on the side of the bed, touching Lyssa’s head, concerned. She didn’t seem nearly as responsive as she had been the previous day, the toll of being in a non-magical environment wearing on the not entirely human girl. “Just let me sleep, Fuerel.”

“Are you feeling alright? Do you need some fresh air? I can speak to Demes about getting you outside for a while. You won’t run away. I’ll contact him. Just wait here a bit.” Fuerel tucked her in for the moment, then went to the cell ‘door’ to be let out. “I’ll be right back, I promise.”
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#13559332 Dec 07, 2017 at 05:26 PM
Chancellor
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"No, don't worry about your things, Lyssandra, I'll have them sent for." Fuerel escorted her through the hold as she paused to gather up an armful of her books that were laying about. "They'll be moved into the apartment. Minister Demes wants to make sure you-- have someone with you all the time right now." Fuerel glanced towards her for a moment, gauging her reaction, though continued keeping Lyssandra moving.

"I know what the concept of protective custody is. I guess it's alright. Going and hanging out with you and Hellissa for a bit longer. She said she is going to make sure I have extra chicken wings, too, so that's exciting." Lyssandra stretched as soon as they left the magical anti-barrier of the Hold, feeling fresh and free again. "I guess if this drags out too long, I'll have to hold an adventure inside of Dalaran. I don't even know what we'd look for. Runeoak's lost glasses? He probably cooked them and ate them. Not really a big mystery." Lyssandra walked through the streets, not really getting the urge to just leave. That would make it worse, right?

Fuerel sighed, shaking his head. "Just stick to Dalaran, with me and we'll sort this out. Minister Demes is doing his best, but he still cares about you as a Senator too. Let's get you to the apartment for now, and maybe get you something to eat."

"Lots of things to eat." She corrected him. "Garbage level foods." Fuerel rolled his eyes, with a smile.

"Yes, alright, tavern food it is."
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