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[honorism]

Stay warm.

Don't feed the hungry guest.

[dirth]

There are newcomers?

[honorism]

No.

They've always been here.

[Presumably, in the crypt]

And they do not belong with us.

I will stay in the library.

[dirth]

I see.

Your brother. The protective one. He will care for you?

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[wines]

[ No point beating around the bush, really, since Solas and Emmrich did have this conversation where anyone could see it on the network. ]

So! You and Emmrich know each other in my future.

I thought you looked even balder than usual.

[dirth]

I did not take the professor for a gossip.

[wines]

He's irritatingly close-lipped about this particular thing, actually, but I saw your correspondence about Weisshaupt and Elgar'nan on his recent post and put two and two together.

[dirth]

Ah.

I suppose you have questions.

[wines]

Isn't that the understatement of the century.

Last I saw you, we'd just dealt with the business at the Winter Palace.

How many years has it been?

[dirth]

Since we last met? Ten.

[wines]

[ Give him a second while his brain explodes. ]

I'm sorry, did you spell that right? Ten? Ten years?

[ He'll get to the implications of since we last met in a minute. ]

[dirth]

[ He can even hear it in Dorian's voice. ]

It's a long time, yes.

[honorism]

[She thinks about it a moment]

Yes, I believe so. But if there is an opportunity to fight, he will take it. He's been without for too long.

[Well, without an opportunity to just go wild fighting things that maybe aren't Daemond, but Helaena doesn't really know]

But I will be safe.

[dirth]

Take care of yourself beyond anything else, Helaena. And watch your family.

[honorism]

When it is safe again, let's watch the stars together once more.

[wines]

I don't even know where to begin. Or whether I should ask if I'm still alive and kicking, in ten years' time.

[dirth]

That depends on if you imagine we will remember what is discussed here once we return to our world.

[wines]

Or whether you're from a different future than my own. Any number of things could change.

[dirth]

I hope, for all our sakes, that we share the same future.

[wines]

That's better than you desperately hoping we can go back to my timeline and change things, I suppose. Already did that once, and I'd prefer not to again.

[dirth]

I don't recall the experience, but I know from the Inquisitor how difficult it was.

Is there anything else you need to know?

[wines]

Plenty. But I think other questions will be better-suited to face-to-face conversation, so I can scrutinize the movements of your eyebrows as you respond.

[dirth]

Are my eyebrows telling?

[wines]

They certainly say something. Easiest to read in their deepest furrow, as you spew disparaging comments about my robes.

[dirth]

Ah. Something I will have to consider in future, in that case.