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[It wasn't enough, she thinks, to lose so much back home that she had to return here to another loss she was only just rebuilding. It wasn't enough to take away, it wasn't enough to really hurt, no, to quietly return to a familiar room, empty with its vast walls and dark corners. Slowly she filled it again, odds and ends of furniture and the trappings of a home to which she can never return.

She has a reputation to uphold even in spite of the circumstances, better to nurse the greatest wound out of the public eye, a garish scar across her stomach. Evelyn could swear the blade reached her heart.

The exhaustion nestles deep into her bones, a palpable chill that reminds her what she is.

What she isn't.]

I've been informed I was away for a little while, [she addresses the network, unable to muster more than a tired smile.] Perhaps someone might catch me up. I'll be-

[For a moment Evelyn appears distracted, hand gravitating toward her waist.]

I'll be in the library. I've also got several, erm, dogs that need homes. Please let me know if you're interested.

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Dogs, you say?

Five of them, to be exact. And a boar piglet.

[Which thinks it's a dog, having spent all that time running amok with them. Evelyn doesn't think the dogs had the heart to exclude the little thing.

All this is truly neither here nor there, however, in light of a new face over her communicator. He must have arrived not long after she left.]

Are you looking to adopt, Mister...?

Eddie. Eddie Dean. [ he gives a little wave ] I'm not specifically looking to adopt but I had a dog of sorts back home and I kinda miss the thing.

Evelyn O'Connell.

[Evelyn smiles crookedly in return, remembering how lonely it was when she first arrived. Adjusting was never going to be easy, perhaps even less so now given her current situation.]

There is a very sweet Welsh spaniel that is as of yet unclaimed, if you do end up wanting one.

Can I meet the thing? You know, to establish if we have a connection before committing.

[A quiet laugh escapes, huffed through her nose, and Evelyn nods in agreement.]

I should think it only appropriate. I'm in the west wing of the library, should you like to come and visit.

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I would too like to come and visit. I might drop by in a few. And pick up some books while I'm at it.

[His enthusiasm is somewhat contagious, and she returns the smile.]

I'll be here.

Shit, that's a lot of books.

[ What the hell did he expect, though. It is a library. He can't see anyone right now, so he calls out, afraid some old lady will come shush him and or drag him out by the ear. ]

Hello?

[A lot of books, and this is only one wing of the library. There are more. So many more.]

Hallo.

[Peering around a shelf, dogs loitering around her feet, Evelyn steps out with her arms laden with manuscripts. She would shake his hand, but that would mean setting them all down.]

Eddie, wasn't it?

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