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[stelecharm]

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[godsgrace]

I know you. I know this City. I don't know the things in this room or why I was here.

[ She lifts her face up to him. ] That's troubling, isn't it?

[stelecharm]

No, not at all. [ Which also translates as yes, yes it is.

He steps closer, lowers himself to sit beside her, but he leaves a comfortable gap. ] So if you know the City, you know that there's curses, don't you? I'm still working on what kind this is, but we'll figure it out.

[steleheart]

Yes, of course.

[ She knows about curses, she knows about the City and about Jace but it's like her life has been subtly altered. ] Are we being cursed?

[stelecharm]

Less me and more you, but yeah, I think so.

[ Certain no more sleep will come tonight, even if it's still the early hours, he gives up on the idea and reaches for a discarded shirt, pulling it on over his head. ] Come on, I need coffee to deal with this.

[godsgrace]

[ She doesn't know where the small moment of disappointment comes from the minute he tugs a shirt on but it seems to make her more aware that she's wearing a nightgown, hands curled in the lace for a moment before she stands. ]

All right. [ Following him out to the rest of the apartment and then - sort of just looking about herself with a strange bewilderment. ]

[stelecharm]

[ He turns back as he leads them out into the rest of the apartment, eyes wandering back to her. ]

Nothing will jump out at you, and if it does, I'll stop it.