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[graciousness]

[ gwen is but a simple maidservant and not one for fancy speeches. she had also spent a few good hours coughing and shedding a fair amount of tears.

still, she writes with stable hands and certainty. ]

I hope this finds you well and that this sickness shall soon pass. if there is anything I can do to help, please tell me. I would like to help.

I

I regret to tell you both Merlin and Prince Arthur Pendragon of Camelot have left. Were it in their power, I am certain they would wish everyone in this city luck with this endeavor and ask you to keep yourself as safe as you can.

Comments

[whatsupcroc]

I'm sorry, Gwen. Are you doing okay? Are they both friends of yours? I like Merlin. I've talked to him each time he's been here, he's a good man. Arthur was pretty fun too.

[graciousness]

both of them, yes. Arthur may have been a prince but he was kind to us all. and Merlin is a wonderful friend. I shall miss them both. I have only one friend remaining here from home but I have met many others who I am grateful for.

[whatsupcroc]

I think there's a lot of us who end up like that. And it's okay! We do make lots of great friends here, and we never forget the ones from home, too.

[graciousness]

I shall simply -- miss them. Arthur has helped me greatly since I arrived, I am not sure what I would do now. I suppose I would rely on my own best judgement.

[whatsupcroc]

Your judgment seems pretty sound! You're not alone, either way. Even if Arthur's gone, however long he is or isn't around. He's back home, though, right? That can be good! And you've got people willing to be good friends to you while you're here.

[justkingthough]

I take it they were friends of yours?

[graciousness]

they are, my lord. my friends from camelot. they were here since before I arrived. It would be odd to be here in their absence.

[justkingthough]

I'm sorry to hear that. I think can understand that sort of strangeness and it's not something I'd wish on someone.

If there's anything I can do, let me know, alright?

[graciousness]

thank you my lord, you show me great kindness. I hope you have settled in well?

private ─ voice;

[scinlae]

[ It takes her long, too long, to private this. Thinking back it would have been quicker for her to type her words, especially considering she sounds no healthier than she did before. But it is done now and to revert to text would only frustrate her further. ]

Gwen? [ Her voice is small, tired, hoarse. She had been coughing a few moments ago, that much is obvious.

Morgana wonders to herself why she is doing this, she does not care she keeps telling herself yet she speaks regardless. A part of her worries for Gwen, while another wants to throw her aside for good- though she has never been able to do so. ]

private ─ voice;

[graciousness]

My Lady.

[ Gwen wouldn't return Morgana's voice with text, it sounds, somehow, like a courteous thing to do. so she speaks with a voice just as tired and worn out by sickness. the two queens of Camelot, indeed. ]

private ─ voice;

[scinlae]

[ A moment passes and she is silent, when she speaks again there is a hint of defeat in her voice. ]

Come to my lodgings. [ Gwen should not be alone right now. ]

private ─ voice ─> action;

[graciousness]

[ Gwen has cried and wept for both Merlin and Arthur, for being alone, alone with a hostile Morgana and a war she doesn't quite know how to fight. She had wiped her tears and promised herself to latch to Morgana, to not lose her as she lost both Arthur and Merlin.

And then Morgana says that and unseen, her eyes widen in surprise and her answer sits on her tongue. ]

Yes, my Lady.

[ it doesn't take her long, not really. fifteen minutes later she's there, eyes red but dry, at least. they're both sick, Morgana and her and Gwen cannot cough nor cry anymore so she knocks. Thinks she might cook or clean or keep herself busy for Morgana's sake. ]

voice;

[affections]

( Oh, Gwen. She'd never spoken to either of them, but some part of her suspects this isn't okay. )

Have you ever had donuts?

voice;

[graciousness]

donuts?

[ she sounds torn between sadness and curiosity. ]

No. Never. what are they?

permavoice aww yiss

[affections]

Donuts, Gwen, are the reason that God invented the deep-frier. Actually, I think some are a bit different, they're fried in-- I have no idea how they're made, but the thing is they are fried, sweet and absolutely delicious. They can come in a ring shape, or more like a round little cake, filled with fruit preserves, or custard. Oh, once I had one with chocolate mousse, it was absolutely divine--

( She's getting off topic. )

At any rate, they are like the ultimate comfort food.

( She would normally say that they're better than sex but it's Gwen. )

[graciousness]

They are...fried. Over this -- pan, true? I have seen it here, once. A frying pan. Then they are fried cakes?

[ what even jules. ]

voice;

[freewoman]

[For once she gets the text to voice function to work. She's sick, too. Her voice is raspy, but she likes the girl well enough to make herself known.]

I know they meant a lot to you. [And she'll actually miss angering Arthur. Even if he was a dick.]

voice;

[graciousness]

They do. I simply hope I will see them again, at home, whenever I shall return there. I hope I will return there.

[ it's hard to tell, after all. gwen's voice sounds just as hoarse from coughing, she sounds just as ill but there is also worry there. ]

Ygritte, you are ill.

voice;

[freewoman]

At least he is likable to someone. [She doesn't know how you do it, gurl.

There's a sigh at her end before she has to sit down herself, already tired. She isn't giving up though.]

Aye. I've been taken to see their learned men. They've yet to fix me with their metal machines though.

voice;

[graciousness]

Do you need me to make you tea? I found it to help the cough. It may sooth your throat. It is not medicine but it is helpful.

text;

[aphrodisiacs]

Sorry.
Were they friends of yours?

text;

[graciousness]

they are. the two of them are; good friends of mine from camelot and it is there where they returned to. I simply hope to see them again some day.

text;

[aphrodisiacs]

How do you know that they are gone?

text;

[graciousness]

I can no longer send them messages through these boxes, and their apartment is empty.