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[Aht's been back for a while now. She's regained her memories and hasn't left her room for much of anything save food and looking for Kevas. It hurts that she hasn't seen him in such a long time. Was he mad at her for infecting everyone? She didn't mean to! And she could only hope he would forgive her. He had to forgive her. She had already lost Stocke. She couldn't bear the thought of losing Kevas too.

So when the audio feed starts, Aht tries to be composed, really! But it's hard because Kevas is gone and what if he didn't want her anymore? When she speaks, composure is all but forgotten. Her voice is thick with tears, and anything but steady.]

Kevas, I'm sorry! Please come back! I'm so-sorry!

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... Come back?

[All Spark, did they lose someone else from the Elegante?]

[Oh Ironhide! Baaaaw it's horrible!]

I haven't seen him. Did he go away?

When did you see him last?

I-I don't know! The party?!

I saw him after that. He is still here.

[This isn't really helping, Ironhide. If he's still here, then why hasn't he come to see her? Is he mad?]

Is...is he mad at me?

Why would he be mad at you?

[Thankfully Kevas has his memory back by now and by the Loa is he kicking himself. Hearing her like this breaks his heart.]

Hush now my little one. There's no reason to be sorry. You're a good girliemon. Where are you?

[He's got to find her and make sure she's okay.]

Kevas!

[There he was. And he's not mad. Oh thank everything ever to exist.]

My room.

[Not even a full minute goes by before is knocking at her door. He needs to check if his little one is alright. That and he doesn't want her to cry anymore.]

Aht, it be me girliemon. Open up.

[The minute she hears him speak, she's scrambling to open up the door. She's leaping toward him, arms open and she's trying to stop crying but she's so happy to see him, it's a little ridiculous.]

I'm sorry! Please don't go away again.

[He kneels down and throws his arms around her in a tight hug. Listening to her cry like this breaks his heart.]

Don't be sorry. Joo don't evah have to be sorry. I promise dat I will nevah leave joo alone.

[Kevas gently kisses the top of her head.]

Joo be a good girliemon okay? None of dis evah be joor fault.

[The kiss is soothing enough to stop her crying. Or at least reduce it to a sniffle and hiccups.]

You're not mad at me? [hiccup!]

[Kevas pulls away and smiles at her, wiping the tears from her eyes with his thumb.]

Of course not girliemon. Joo didn't notin' wrong. Dere be no reason fuh me to be mad at joo.

[He gives her another tight hug.]

If anytin' I be sorry. I nevah meant fuh joo to t'ink I was avoidin' joo.

[Oh Kevas! She's so happy to hear you're not mad! She returns the hug and when she steps back, she gives him a smile.]

Is everybody okay now?

[That a girl! No more tears. Have a gentle head pat. Kevas hates to see her cry like that, especially since he's the one who caused it.]

Aye, everymon be fine now. Dere be notin' to worry 'bout.

Now how 'bout we go get sometin' to eat? Or take a walk? Whatevah joo be wantin' to do.

[Aht nods. She is kind of hungry. But she's kind of taking Kevas's hand. She's not going to let him go until she's sure he's not going to go away again. So for now, your shadow has become something of a permanent fixture.]

Let's eat!

[He's not going to complain about that. It's just going to make watching over her so much easier.]

Dat be soundin' like a good idea to me.

[Kevas smiles but he doesn't take her hand. Instead he lifts her into his arms and carries like someone might do with their child.]

[Oh, poor little Aht! Tumnus has been avoiding a good number of people since he came back from his mindless murdering spree, but he can't ignore such a sad entry.]

Aht, sweet child, whatever is wrong?? Who is this Kevas that you are seeking? Is he here at the Keep??

Mr. Tumnus! I'm sorry I made you sick. Kevas is my friend

[By the way she's crying, it would seem Kevas is much more important than just a friend. But she's not entirely sure how to describe it I don't think she's heard of daddy figure before.]

And I haven't seen him in a long time. Do you think he's mad at me?

[Concerned faun is concerned!!]

Oh, child, do not blame yourself. It was a terrible situation, but it was not your fault. I'm certain that he's not mad at you in any manner.. Where are you? Would you like some company??

My room. Please?

I shall be there with the utmost speed, Aht ..

[The hero of the minute, shelled inside one faun Tumnus, is on his way. Before too long at all .. *knock knock*]

[The door opens and there is the poor little Satyros. She's red faced and hiccuping and with watery eyes to boot.]

I-I'm sorry.

[Tumnus doesn't hesitate when the door opens, seeing poor little Aht so sad looking. He steps forward, hooves clicking softly against the stone of the floor, and opens his arms to her.]

There is nothing to apologize for, Aht .. [It was already forgiven and forgotten.] Come, child ..

[With a small sob, she steps into his embraces. She doesn't want to cry! But it's really not...working...]

[Tumnus pulls the little satyros in close, wrapping his arms around her and gathering her in against his chest. His voice is soft, his tone soothing and gentle as he strokes a hand over her hair.]

Shh, small one .. everything will be fine. This was not your fault, my darling Aht .. None blame you, so you mustn't blame yourself.

[The faun could think of none that blamed the child, or that would ever even consider blaming the child. She was an innocent in this matter. It had been a series of unfortunate events that had rapidly fallen out of the control of all involved, before spiralling into the mess it had become.]

[Aht buried her face into him and cried until he poor thing had no more tears left, arms tight around the faun. It was kind of nice having someone like him around. He was just like her, even if he called himself something odd. It was comforting in a way, made her think of home. And Stocke.]

I hope Stocke isn't mad at me too.

[Tumnus held her close as she cried, hand continuing to stroke gently over her hair all the while. She was of a different people than he, but was similar enough that he took comfort in her presense.

At her words he tssks softly and shakes his head, shifting his knuckles beneath her chin and tilting her head up so she'll look at him.]

Aht .. there is nothing for Stocke to be mad about. You did nothing that was within your power to stop, even if you had wanted to.

:33 < :OO

:33 < what did you do to kevas?

Nothing! [She's panicking now.]

I think he's mad at me?!

:33 < *the purrfectly contented kitty twins about the human girl's legs and purrs!*

:33 < why would he be mad at you if you didn't do anything?

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