VII. Clearing the Air

[madaboutit]

Obedience Training
Jinx Interruption
Touch For Touch Deal

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He didn't bring breakfast. Or lunch. The only person to visit is the same silent attendant who has served her prior; quick in and out, leaving her trays by the door.

It's evening before his boots strike the hall's stone, and when he arrives at the door, he isn't carrying a tray of his own. He has a narrow-necked pitcher in one hand and two glasses in the other; their stems laced between his fingers.

When Sweeney enters, he's quiet, but not morose. He casts her a small smile as he crosses to the vanity, where he sets down what he's carrying. Then he turns to her more fully.

"Are ya feelin' any better?"

Hopefully, she is; she'd had a fair bit of time to come down and reflect on what had happened, and so had he. Some things have been made plain to him, so Sweeney' aware now that he needs to alter his course. With any luck, this might be the first step in a better direction.