[ Tim's room is a little neater than the last time she visited, in the aftermath of last week's attack - there's still far too many chairs strewn about for the number of people who actually live here, for accommodating Alicent's family and others like Koby and Quentin deemed close enough by Tim. But the dresser's been moved back into place, the dirty mugs and tea bags tidied up, and the unsightly bruising on his neck covered with a turtleneck. He's got a slight raspiness in his voice still, but he greets her warmly, with a tight hug. Generally, he'd have more decorum than to initiate one, but he's so relieved he can hardly think of another way to express it.
If something happened to her as soon as he stopped protecting her, there would be no visitors of any sort. ]
Thanks for coming.
[ Really, he could have gone downstairs to eat breakfast with everyone, if not for the stench of more death tainting everything. He's feeling...better, or as close to it as the circumstances would allow. But it's nicer to stay in sometimes. ]
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Date: 2024-10-19 07:15 pm (UTC)If something happened to her as soon as he stopped protecting her, there would be no visitors of any sort. ]
Thanks for coming.
[ Really, he could have gone downstairs to eat breakfast with everyone, if not for the stench of more death tainting everything. He's feeling...better, or as close to it as the circumstances would allow. But it's nicer to stay in sometimes. ]
How are you feeling?
[ Jace gone again. Daemon. ]