After The Concert


As the concertgoers are heeding Lucas' instructions to go outside, Merlin finds his way to Brennan. "Might I have a word with you?" he asks in a quiet voice.

Brennan gives a nod, and falls into step with Merlin as they make their way outside. He can guess what this is going to be about, but he lets Merlin bring up the topic as he chooses.

During the pyrotechnical display, Brennan watches with a clinical eye, not unlike a composer listening to a piece of music-- appreciating it not only for the artistry, but for the technical achievement and the craft that went in to it. Then, considering that these are Dragons, Brennan keeps an eye on the Twins as well, if he can... and if, after they tear their attention away from the fading display, they happen to look in his direction, he gives them a conspiratorial wink.

The twins are a little young yet for the event to totally preoccupy them, even though they are interested in the light and sound.

Merlin, however, is completely absorbed by the dragons and their display. When Brennan turns his attention back to his companion, he finds the younger man watching the sky where the dragons were a few seconds before with a thoughtful expression on his face. "Jovian has shown the power at his command," he says quietly to Brennan. "I wonder whom he meant to impress with it?"

The twitch of Brennan's lips are a valid expression of any one or more of half a dozen thoughts, none of which he shares out.

The question must be rhetorical, because he continues, "I assume you know what I wish to ask you about: the matter of the flowers. I have been given an interesting account of what was said already. I have some concerns about possible misconceptions that have arisen about my intentions."

"I guessed as much, yes," Brennan says. "Paige spoke to me, wanting to go find Daeon. Said she'd run through Arden to Arcadia if she had to, but not unless the children were safe. Says she definitely wants the children to meet Daeon. This was a while ago, out of Amber.

"Then, much more recently, she came on Jovian and I at what, in retrospect, was probably a bad time, just as Jovian and I were talking about Aisling's recent death. She was looking to borrow-- I suppose-- the FireLillies to use as a bad to find him or communicate with him. Jovian tersely refused. That about match Paige's version of events?"

"Given differing perspectives, yes. I did not know that he had just had the news of the Aisling's death, if such a human term as death can be used for the transition it underwent." Merlin gives a flat, lizardlike smile.

"I'm not sure Paige knew, either," Brennan admits. "It blew up fast enough that it was probably better to just let it go than patronize Jovian by pointing it out right then and there."

"From the sound of it, there was enough patronizing happening in the room without that, yes," Merlin observes. "Paige has expressed interest in seeing and speaking with the ... father of her children." Brennan can see him reaching for the somewhat alien terms. "I have agreed to assist her, both on the grounds that her reasoning for wishing to do this has some soundness, and on the grounds that I would rather she attempt anything so dangerous with my help than without it. I understand that Daeon is one of your Order, as is Jovian. Does your Order have a position on the matter of seeking Daeon out?"

"Two out of two Knights Commander surveyed think it's a pretty bad idea, at least under the present circumstances," Brennan says, frowning.

Merlin is listening attentively. Brennan suspects it's to the phrasing.

Brennan gets that a lot.

He pauses, looks at Merlin speculatively, then continues. "Some of this is pretty well established, some of this is speeculative, and some of it is second hand and fairly certainly colored by Jovian's point of view, so ask if I'm not clear-- but it occurs to me that we should have come to you a while ago for your opinion about part of this."

He continues, "So, first and foremost, we're pretty certain that Arcadia is in the midst of a civil war, the Twins' paternal grandmother against her sister. Or sisters. That alone makes us both nervous. That fight is boiling over into Arden, and that's serious enough that it's got Julian's full attention, from what I understand. I think Robin's, too, but that's just reading between the lines. Is this important enough, *right now*, to risk irritating both Julian and the inhabitants of Arcadia? Maybe." Brennan sounds a bit skeptical. "They're not my children, though.

"Jovian rates the threat potential of the Arcadians pretty high," Brennan says. "High enough that he's worried about Julian, much less Paige. And here's where your knowledge might come in handy. Do you remember, at Oberon's funeral, the entity that bore his casket away over the Abyss?" he circumlocutes. "Jovian believes that entity is the Twins' great grandmother. You wouldn't happen to know too much about that, would you?"

"I know nothing of dragons, but I have been taught about the Abyss. Nothing has ever come back from it before, and had I not been present when something did come out of it, I would not have believed it possible. If that dragon was an ancestor of Daeon, I am certain it is no more." Merlin sounds very firm about that.

Since Brennan's first experience with the Abysss involved something coming back out of it, he wraps himself in a faintly skeptical expression, but does not pursue the point.

"At this point, my interest in seeking Daeon is in finding out where he is. A decision on whether to go to that location would depend on where we find him, and my evaluation of whether the locale is safe for myself and Paige to visit."

Merlin pauses and adds, "If the situation is so dangerous, I would think Jovian would be anxious to see someone attempt to remove his brother from it."

"Jovian is convinced of a number of things regarding his brother," Brennan says, "and among them is that Daeon is in Arden and Arcadia because he wishes to be there and does not wish to leave. There is also the danger that the troubles in Arcadia would follow him here to Amber, again, if he comes here. And I am convinced that if he wishes to remain there, trying to bring him against his will would be foolish, as much so as trying to forbid Paige from going."

"I wonder whether Jovian's beliefs about his brother are more accurate than his beliefs about myself and Paige," Merlin replies.

Brennan wonders if Merlin expects him to answer that.

Probably not; it sounds rhetorical. And Merlin continues immediately: "I have no intention of dragging Daeon anywhere he does not wish to go. I have had enough people try to use me so that I am more averse to it than many of our cousins. If we find him and it proves safe for us to go to him, I suspect Paige will prove a more persuasive advocate for her position than Jovian has has for his so far."

He adds, "I should tell you that while I think the flowers might be a useful prop for the spell that will locate Daeon, a focus for the energies, I suspect I can perform it without them. It is not that I do not take your warnings seriously, or that I think Paige does not; it is that everyone is busy warning her and me against dangers we already perceive and are considering. I do not object to being taken for an inadequate sorcerer, but I am tired of being taken for a fool."

"Hey," Brennan says, almost gently. "You asked me, remember? So did Paige, actually. I'm just telling you what I think, so now you know. I hope you weren't expecting me to forbid you, or any such silliness. Here's one for you, though-- why do you think it's a good idea? Assuming you do."

"For myself? Regardless of Paige's feelings of the matter? I think it is unwise to trifle with the matter of Daeon, but I am concerned by the threat that the war in Arden represents to the children. You suggest that Daeon may bring the troubles of Arden with him. I suggest they may already be here--and that locating Daeon and determining what is happening to and around him is the best way I know right now to determine whether that threat will affect those already in Amber. Also, if Daeon's life is in immediate danger, I have a kinsman's obligation to him--if he wishes not to discorporate,of course."

Brennan nods at appropriate points through that, not merely in understanding, but several times in agreement. "Be careful about offering your help too lightly," he mutters. "The self-destructive ones will find a way. But yes, you have points. The ones I worry about most, in my self-appointed advisory capacity, are the kids. I have a violent aversion to seeing them made pawns in someone else's game, but I have a hard time asserting that keeping them ignorant is a suitable substitute."

"I have been told that Ordered children will take decades to grow to their full potential; that I myself am not full-grown by the standards of Amber. I am not certain we will have so long with Paige's offspring. They are not disorderly, but certainly they are directed in their focus," Merlin observes.

"May I assume that the Order of the Ruby has no official opinion about me using the flowers to locate Daeon? If it is too perilous, I will send word instead of going there myself."

"Two of us don't have an opinion on the simple grounds of not being here to be asked," Brennan says.

Merlin nods.

"No, no official position, no posse of peeved Knights running after you if you do these things-- And I'm not stupid enough to forbid you to do something that I can't control.

A smirk props up one side of Merlin's mouth for a moment, but he grows more serious as Brennan continues speaking.

"Jovian expressed extreme dislike for any meddling with Arcadia. I'd be agnostic on the idea of locating him, if I didn't still suspect Paige was harboring dreams of going there, with or without you." A thought strikes him. "Your father has some expertise on the region, as well. When Paige first mentioned all this, I suggested she speak with him-- on the grounds that that's the first thing I'd do, in her position. Do you know if that ever happened?"

"I do not. It is an excellent idea, and I will urge Paige to follow through on it. How did Jovian take the suggestion?"

Brennan stops to think about that. "I didn't suggest it to Jovian, per se, because he's not the one who wants to act. Semantics about acts of inaction aside, and all that. I mentioned it once or twice in front of him, though, and he didn't have much of a reaction at all. Why?"

Merlin eyes Brennan speculatively. "There is bad blood between Julian and my father, some of it over Arden. My observations of Jovian with the army and some of Paige's comments, interspersed between her execrations of Jovian, leaves me with the impression he is somewhat tender of his father's sentiments as well as his father's prerogatives. This is why I wondered."

Brennan nods, in lieu of rolling his eyes. "He really didn't react much either direction," Brennan says.

Merlin shrugs. "Relations between Orderly beings and those who spawned them are a matter of philosophical interest to me. On the practical side, it is a speculation of little moment. Jovian will be displeased either way with me for ignoring his rede. Whether he takes extra offense because of my father's involvement is academic."

Brennan raises an eyebrow that's only half amused-- *Merlin* is worrying about Jovian's reaction...?

He adds, more formally, "Thank you for your advice, Brennan. I will think on it, and ask my father's advice, before proceeding further."

Brennan nods.


After the draconic fireworks display has concluded and people are moving around again, Solange comes to Vere and lays a hand on his arm. "You ready to find Hannah and have that talk now?"

Solange is already looking around for her as she stands next to her brother.

"Most certainly," he replies. He catches Castor's eyes, where the Rebmans have gathered to discuss their impressions of their allies, and gestures that he will return soon. Then he delicately directs Solange's attention towards Hannah, whose location he has kept careful track of since everyone came to the roof.

"The advantages of being tall manifest themselves again," Solange smiles at him, then tugs at his sleeve and starts off in that direction.

Hannah grins and motions away from the crowd with a tilt of her head. She slips away from the group around her quietly, and moves well out of anyone's hearing range (well, as far as she knows, anyway.)

Solange weaves through the crowd gracefully, despite her long gold skirts, and stops at Hannah's elbow. "Wasn't that spectacular?" she asks, giving Vere a moment to catch up.

"That was amazing. I didn't know there were dragons here too!" The color in her cheeks is testament to her enjoyment - she even has a grateful smile for Lucas across the way. "Where did they go? How did they do that?"

"They can teleport," Solange replies, smiling at her excitement. "Any more details and you'll have to ask Jovian." She glances at Vere as he joins them (assuming that's what he does) and then turns back to Hannah. "Father tells us that you examined his legs. What did you find?"

Vere nods a greeting to Hannah, then waits silently for her answer to his sister's question.

Hannah sobers some. She nods. "His bones are shattered. I believe his spinal cord is severed. The good news is it seems he still has bloodflow all the way down to his feet. He's been telling me about... things that make me think my declaring a prognonis has been a little premature. I'm going to learn everything I can. The first thing I want to do is get him off the pain medicine and on something else that won't be as harsh on his system. I'm likely going to need help getting my hands on whatever that is." With the last she give Solange a little smile.

Solange's expression is thoughtful. "Well, he's planning to go on to Xanadu, so hopefully there will be something available there to fit that need. You said his bones are shattered. Do you mean 'were'? Surely they're not still broken after all this time...?"

For the moment Vere merely listens, content to allow his sister to lead the conversation.

"They're healed, just not necessarily in the correct shape. There is a lot of scar tissue, and in some areas it's difficult to tell what's going on. I can tell whoever set his lower legs did an excellent job, and it's probably due to that that his arteries are intact. I'm more concerned about the pelvis, frankly, than the legs right now."

Solange chews on her bottom lip as she listens to Hannah's description of Gerard's condition.

"Were he to ever regain control of his lower body, I don't believe he could walk in the state he's in today." Hannah doesn't look happy with that thought, but she does look sincere.

"I'll show you the sketches I made of what I *think* the inside of his legs look like, if you think it wouldn't upset you too much. I'd like to sit and discuss some of the technologist inventions he said you were looking at, perhaps to find some way for us to get a clearer picture?" Hannah suggests, mainly toward Solange, although her body language includes Vere.

"Yes!" Solange agrees earnestly. "Yes, I definitely want to do that!"

She pauses, her thoughts going in several different directions at once, then looks up at her brother. "Vere, I know you have preparations to make before you leave tomorrow. Do you want to see the sketches now, before you leave?"

"I very much want to," Vere answers, "But I think it would be spending time to not much purpose right now. I suspect that Lady Hannah did not bring the drawings with her to a children's party, and departing with her to her chambers to view them would take longer than I feel I can spare before I must depart. Father's use of a tea cup as a demonstration of what happened to his legs remains very much in my mind."

Solange visibly winces.

Hannah presses her lips together.

[Vere]
"I can extrapolate from that to the condition they must be in now. I do not understand the technology you were seeking, and I still feel that there is a more likely source of healing via the use of magic, but until we know how the laws of Xanadu work we will have no conception of whether either of these methods will be sufficient for a permanent cure. I also continue to feel that Dworkin must be sought as a source of information, there are questions regarding matters regarding Father's healing that only he can answer."

Solange nods. "Agreed on all accounts except the technology versus magic solution, but if magic works, then I'm happy to be wrong," she smiles. "So now what? If Vere's going to pass seeing the sketches, perhaps I can come and see them tonight, or sometime tomorrow afternoon?"

"Whenever you like - we can even go now. And just so you both know, I've done healing with magic and technology - sometimes even together, to the extent that both things exist where I've... grown up," Hannah shrugs. "But your father has placed a number of restrictions on what he'll allow. He's right, if what I understand now about the universe is correct. I know you're both anxious for him to get better, but I think we need to take this slowly. Changing the pain medication is going to be difficult, even dangerous. I'd like to use what knowledge we can build together about his physical condition to make that as smooth as possible."

Vere nods agreement.

"Do you know how to get in touch with Dworkin?" she asks Vere.

"I fear not. I have never met him, and know only what I have heard of him from others. But I am told by many, not least amongst them Princess Fiona, that he is the most likely to have the answers to the questions about how Father's injuries, and various means of recovery, might be influenced by, and have an effect upon, certain metaphysical questions regarding the nature of members of the family."

"I did get to meet him, but I don't know a way to contact him - as much as I'd like to. Brita might know how to find him," Hannah suggests. "I think it might not even be up to your father's nature, though. It may be the nature of... well, the way things vary place to place?" She seems to be unsure about how all that works.

Solange blinks. "Are you talking about physical laws and how they vary from shadow to shadow? Or are you talking on more of a metaphysical level?"

"I think," says Vere quietly, "That we are treading close to topics that should not be discussed in an open forum, where those not of the Family might overhear. Suffice it to say that healing Father is not the most difficult task. The problem is in finding a way to heal him so that he remains healed, wherever he may travel, and on whatever Path he may Walk."

"Exactly," Hannah says, with a smile.

Solange glances up at Vere. "Sorry for being indiscreet. Hannah, perhaps we can continue this conversation in your rooms?"

"Sure." Hannah turns to Vere. "You can't stay, can you? Be as careful as you can and I'll be wishing you the best."

"Thank you," Vere replies gravely. He bows to her, and adds, "I look forward to further discussion with you once I have returned. Fare well." He smiles at Solange. "I hope you can be on the docks to see us off tomorrow, Sister, although it will be busy and we will have little chance to speak. The tide turns in the late morning, we will be sailing with it. Take care of yourself, and remember what I said about not following all of Father's examples."

Solange smiles.

"I have his trump, and will contact him in the event of an emergency, and from time to time just to assure him I am still well."

"That will be good. I will try to be there tomorrow to see you off. I'm meeting with Lucas in the morning," Solange explains.

She looks back at him sadly, not wanting him to go. "Remember what I told you, too, to be safe," Solange says with force, then reaches out to squeeze his hand. "Fare thee well."


Hannah waits as unobtrusively as possible as [Solange and Vere] say their goodbyes. When Solange is ready to go, she heads back down. "I'm wondering if you can explain to me what exactly you were looking for, to help your father. I had thought I came from a place with an amazing amount of techology, but then your father started talking and... well, so many of my assumptions have been turned on their ear," Hannah laughs.

Solange laughs with her. "I grew up here with the knowledge different worlds existed, but even with that advantage I didn't realize _how_ very different they are. I'm still surprised at what I find when I go out into shadow.

"Let's wait until we get to your rooms before I tell you about my travels," Solange continues. "Vere thought there was good reason to be discreet and I trust his judgment."

"Yes, everyone is still very defensive. But that's understandable," Hannah says more soberly. "Can I ask what you did during the war, or would that be prying too much?"

"Not at all," Solange replies. "I was right here in Amber. After the Sundering I helped organize and get things done, like most everyone else. Served on the Council established to run Amber while the elders were gone. Spent some time re-establishing trading routes through shadow. Also spent some time leading the Rangers. Those are the highlights."

"So...what about you? How long have you been in Amber?" she asks Hannah.

[If I understand my timing right...] "Not all that long - about a week. I've always thought I could adapt very well, but this has been a challenge even for me. Nonetheless, I've rather enjoyed it, I must admit. It's like finishing school, all over again, only this time it matters," Hannah smiles.

Solange laughs. "Hopefully everyone here has been friendly. Um...this is perhaps a delicate question, and don't answer if you don't want to, but who is your Amber parent? And how did you come to Amber?"

Hannah laughs. "Everyone asks. I don't know if I have an Amber-parent. I know my father, I know my mothers, but I do not know the woman who bore me, unless I've been lied to. There seems some chance there is a line of descent with an Amber-parent somewhere in there, but it'll all be a mystery until I can get home to poke around. But perhaps it is my mother," she shrugs.

"As for the second," Hannah opens a door, and motions inside, "I've been informed it's 'family knowledge'." Hannah's rooms are very plain. Up on the vanity there's a brush, and a basket, and hanging from the mirror, a purple feather. Otherwise, the room is very neat and hardly looks lived in. It certainly does not look like the room of a woman planning on staying in it long. She leads Solange over to the two chairs she's placed by the little window and smiles again. "I don't keep spirits on hand, but I have some water, if you'd like some?"

"No, I'm fine, thanks." Solange glances around the room, then sits on one of the chairs. "You've been informed it's 'family knowledge'? What exactly does that mean?" she asks curiously.

"I think, and I'm guessing, that it means the 'enemy' might somehow used the information against the 'family'. The Unicorn led me to a friend of hers who'd been hurt."

Solange's eyebrows raise.

"While I was there I met Brita and Dworkin - and then Princess Fiona - and then I ended up here, because she wanted me to take a look at your father." Hannah smiles. "Brennan thinks it speaks well of me. I think she wanted her friend helped, and she apparently knew where to find me. Or maybe she knew one thing would lead to another - who ever knows what spirits are thinking."

Solange's expression turns wistful. "I've not actually seen the Unicorn... I have to admit I'm a little envious, " she replies, smiling. "What was she like?"

"She didn't talk to me, though she communicated what she wanted well enough. She's beautiful, and white," Hannah closes her eyes and smiles. "She was ghostly at first. Perhaps my home is too far from her realm for her to be there in body."

Hannah opens her eyes and looks at Solange. "Eventually, she was in her physical form. She knew where she was going - we must have gone a long long way. It wasn't like any other spirit walking I've ever done. In the spirit world, healing would be different. So I knew I'd literally gone somewhere, but I didn't know where. I thought she'd come back for me, but she must have known they'd come. She must have disinfected the griffon's wound, but she couldn't set the bone, so she needed help. She was gone, once I'd done what she wanted. The griffon is beautiful too. Big, scary and beautiful."

Solange blinks. "A griffon? Head and wings of an eagle, hind legs of a lion? I've not seen one of those before, either." She sits back and looks at Hannah with new respect, then continues, "You said earlier that 'she' wanted you to take a look at Father. Was 'she' the Unicorn, or Aunt Fiona?"

"Oh, sorry, Aunt Fiona," she says, and calling the woman an Aunt is only done awkwardly. "That doesn't mean his grandmother doesn't care for him, you know, just that we don't know what she intended," Hannah adds soothingly.

"Oh, that's all right. I wasn't reading anything into it," Solange assures her. "Just curious."

"Well, you asked what I was looking for out in shadow." Solange crosses her legs and rests her hands in her lap. "I was searching for nanotechnology that would help Father. Nanotechnology is the science of manipulating materials on a molecular or atomic scale, and specifically I was looking for nanotechnology that could take the information in Father's DNA--assuming we even have something like DNA, I don't know if any family member has researched that--and use it to rebuild his legs. I wanted to find an organic solution to bring his legs back to the state they were in before the accident."

"What's DNA?" Hannah asks.

Solange smiles. "It's something very amazing. I ran across knowledge of it out in shadow. Do you know what a cell is?"

Hannah grins, somewhat in relief. "Yes. So we have a common starting point? Can you take me from there?"

"Yes. Inside a cell is the nucleus, and inside the nucleus are chromosomes, which are made up of condensed strands of DNA. DNA is an acronym for deoxyribonucleic acid. It carries genetic instructions for the biological development of certain cellular forms of life found in shadow. Within the code of the DNA you'll find instructions determining your hair color, your eye color, how tall you'll be, all those things that make you _you_." Solange pauses to see if Hannah is still with her.

Hannah looks stunned. "Wilson was right, then," she mutters. "Close, so close. We've been calling it something else, and they can't prove it... yet. Chromometric Chains... DNA... oh my god. So, you can get information from it? How would you use that to help him?"

"Assuming Father has DNA, or an equivalent, within the DNA are the instructions for how Father's legs _should_ look, like they were before the accident, all the nerves and muscles and bone. Theoretically, given those instructions, Father's legs can be reconstructed. The big trick is finding the technology that can actually do it."

Solange frowns. "I was close in the last shadow I was in, but ran into some bureaucratic military types which required me to make a quick retreat." The frown slips into a smile. "I trumped out of the room they were holding me in. I'd like to hear how the woman in charge of detaining me explained that one to her superiors."

Hannah grins.

"Regardless," Solange continues, "I think the technology to pursue this line of thought exists. My question to you is, in your professional opinion, do you think it worth pursuing?"

"I think all the options are worth pursuing. But I have to be frank with you, I'd much rather have you around while we get his pain medication changed over. I can and will do it without you, but it will be better for him to have his closest family around during the worst of it. It may be awful. It may be nothing. It's different for everyone. For all the ways I keep hearing our bodies are better at regeneration, tougher through injury, and so on, I don't know what a strong body will do when a substance it has become dependant upon gets removed. It may insist upon it even more." Hannah smiles then.

"I understand. I'm happy to help anyway I can, and will stay as long as I'm needed," Solange assures her.

"And beside all that, I suspect you could teach me a thing or two that would help me learn all this medicine I don't know yet."

Solange holds up her hands. "I'm really not all that knowledgeable in these matters, but I'll do what I can," she smiles.

"So...the plan of attack is to change Father's pain medication, deal with the fallout from that, if any, then perhaps you'd be interested in taking a jaunt through shadow with me? In the meantime, I'll answer any questions I can that you have."

"I think, once we get him stablized on something new, I have to check in at home and... uh," Hannah looks uncomfortable, and then shrugs. "Can't skin a rabbit before it's been caught. But once I get my obligations settled, I'd be happy to go anywhere I might be able to learn something that may help your father."

Solange's expression softens. "That's right, this is all new to you. I'm sorry, I grew up here, so I forget there are ramifications to suddenly finding out who you really are. I'm sure the effect it has on your old life is...considerable. If you need any help, like someone to go with you, just let me know, okay?"

"I may need... proof. Or a reminder that I'm now officially burning the candle at both ends. I was thinking about asking your father to go with me, but it might be easier on him if I took you. Or maybe... we could all go? I think it'd be good for him to have some time away, and I mean, where everyone will stop looking so concerned," Hannah grins.

Solange chuckles. "I think Father coming would be good for him. I think convincing Father to come is something different altogether. You'll need a good excuse that I can't fulfill. He wouldn't even dance with Hope."

"Yeah, I noticed that. He doesn't seem to have a problem with doing much else, so that surprised me."

"Perhaps he's self-conscious about his disability," Solange ventures, "but it's not something I've come right out and asked him about."

"Maybe he'll come teach me how to... however it is done - move between worlds? The way you do after this... walking the Pattern?" Hannah seems to have thought about this a little already.

"It's called 'shifting shadow,' " Solange replies.

Hannah winces before she can stop herself.

She shifts her position on the chair and sits forward. "I don't think that'll do it. If you ask him to teach you, I'd give you good odds that he'd just delegate it off to someone else. Can you think of something you would need him for that only _he_ can do?"

Hannah shakes her head. "I'll have to think about it." She pulls out papers and hands them to Solange. "Keep in mind, these are a best guess." These are the drawings that show where the shattered pieces are in Gerard's legs, where Hannah thinks they've healed wrong, where she guesses arteries might be, and so on. "Hang on to them awhile - maybe make some notes on them for me of what was done when he was first injured?"

Solange takes the drawings, hesitates, but decides not to look at them closely right now. Later. In the privacy of her own room.

She stands, hesitates again, then smiles and gives Hannah a hug. "Thanks for all your help."

Hannah hugs her back firmly. "Hey, this is what I do, this is what I live for."


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