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[evocation]

This is Kyna. You should just text me if you actually want me to answer.

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[hardwearing]

[ Well, he can't say he's surprised. But the last time that happened, Kyna had some questions for him. ]

And?

[evocation]

Ugh. I don't know. He was talking about how you forgot about his team after you killed them, and how Carolina wanted to run away from the whole thing, and...

[She shakes her head.]

[hardwearing]

[ Wash blinks. ]

That's... inaccurate.

[evocation]

[This is a shitty conversation to have, but Wash manages to make her smile anyway. She sets the drawing down on the table and dumps her bag on the floor.]

Yeah, well, don't worry. I'm not listening to him.

[hardwearing]

[ Kyna already knows he hasn't forgotten the Insurrectionists... they've gone through the sketchbook together, after all. But the statement about Carolina doesn't sit with him well. ]

She was just trying to spare him. It's not the same thing.

[evocation]

Yeah, I know. He just... He really does hate you guys. Like, more than I've ever seen anyone hate someone.

[So she doesn't think Ephemera can see anything Wash or Carolina do in even a neutral light.]

[hardwearing]

Hate was all he had left.

[evocation]

[Kyna frowns again, fingers reaching for her necklace.]

Yeah, well, he has people now.

[hardwearing]

Yeah. He does.

[ Poor son of a bitch. He feels sort of sorry for Drake, having to deal with all this shit. But it's his choice, in the end. ]

[evocation]

So if he could like, try to chill, that would be awesome.

[And also stop making her feel bad for him. That too.]

[hardwearing]

[ Wash glances at the sketch and shrugs. Maybe that is Ephemera's version of trying to chill. ]

At least you didn't fight this time. I'll take it.

[ He reaches for her bag then, to bring it into his room. ]

[evocation]

[Kyna follows, letting her shoulder brush against his as she does.]

Yeah. Hey, can I like, ban us from talking about Ephemera for a couple of hours? Can we do something fun?

[hardwearing]

[ Fun, huh? Last time that involved going out, and the Speakeasy has started claiming people's weapons, so he's not sure he's up for that... but he's not gonna shoot her down right off the bat. ]

What do you want to do?

[evocation]

I don't know. My ribs hurt like hell.

[Obviously.]

We can just... hang out? Tell me more stories.

[hardwearing]

[ He nods a little -- he can tell her stories. But he's worried about the amount of pain she's in. ]

Should we go back to the clinic and see if there's a healer in?

[evocation]

I don't know.

[She doesn't really want to, but...]

Isn't it still supposed to hurt?

[hardwearing]

It's normal. But my point is that you don't have to be in pain when people here have healing magic.

[evocation]

[Kyna sighs, turning to rest her forehead against his shoulder.]

Yeah, I know. I just don't feel like going all the way over there.

[Not that it's far.]

[hardwearing]

[ It's less than a ten minute walk, Kyna. ]

...is that really the only reason?

[evocation]

[She shrugs a little.]

I don't want to deal with anyone right now.

[hardwearing]

I'm 'anyone' you know.

[evocation]

Whatever. I don't mean you and you know it.

[Wash is easy to relax around. She can't quite explain it, but there's something soothing about being here with him.]

[hardwearing]

...when was the last time you talked to Harlan and Tucker?

[evocation]

[That seems like a sudden subject change, and she pulls away to look up.]

Today. Why?

[They're up each other's asses all the time, Wash.]

[hardwearing]

Are they okay with you staying here?