Having been through hell, we are not afraid of hot ashes.

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[Later afternoon of Wednesday, February 10 (day 255)]
[Courtyard of the Tavern of Hell]

Any other day, I'd wander down the Miskatonic. Given start of the week, not setting foot outside even as far as Silk until Thursday's well and truly dawned. But I've been up at home since Monday, trying to dodge everyone's after chattering at me over the matter of Donner, and I am soundly sick of the sight of the walls and ceiling. The air's full of the weather than can't decide if it cares t'be thick mist or falling rain, and it's a little early yet for folk t'start showing at the Tavern, so think I can at least set foot in the courtyard without being minded t'tell someone t'go to hell.

Fire went out last night--not the flooding folk were talking about, only evening and night and day of steady rain--so thought least I could do was relight it. The ashes are through drenched, and there's nothing left in the firepit I could light. Bring out kindling and a match from the kitchen, though, and trust I've not forgotten the knack of this for living well as I have of late.

Manage to coax a thin bright petal of flame onto lint and splinters in the lee of one of the dead logs, and start slowly feeding it split twigs. I can get it going, dry out one of the sticks already here enough to burn, think I could have it well begun.

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Kate's of agreement, I think. "It should have a right to have the opportunity to be good," and that tangles me a moment,

"Maybe it would be better," she says, and I look over, "for the child to be taken from Wanda," and there's a sudden clarity in her words, 'minds me of when she asked me if the Shuck could be killed. "Perhaps there are - I don't know, magics that could hide it from its father as it was raised. Let it be raised by decent people."

"May be," I say slow and thoughtful. "Sure there're workings enough 'gainst ill intent and being seen, and both seem t'suit..." Imagine there's a way t'see this done. Remember some things from summer, from trying to work a charm 'gainst the Shuck, but've no real gift for that. "Worth talking t'Tess or Hermia or Syl, I think."

Touch light on Wanda locked into herself, stubborn and damned, and my mouth twists. "Back summer," I say, "she warned me that even going near folk as dealt with the tower would twist me, make me poison." And think there's truth to that, may not be as deep as she thought but sure something t'be wary of, and now as sworn to it she cares to raise a child? "Miss her," I say quiet. Remember when she was ready t'stand against the Shuck, before he did as he's minded t'do t'her in the night and she took to cosseting him for frightening folk in her shop, and miss her.

"If anyone were to act," Kate says, and pull myself back to myself and listen, "they'll have to wait for the baby to be born, then. I wonder if - It'll claim the baby straight away, or leave it to Wanda to rear. The second, I would guess. Maybe then will be the time for something to be done."

Nod slow and stiff. "I know Lucien went t'see to her," I say, "but I don't know that she's having him mind her as she quickens. Hearing of it came as surprise to him, in any case." Spit and staunchweed, he was nearly green at the thought... "May be worth talking t'him, t'find out how it's going, but think she could still cajole him so need be careful."

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"Sure there're workings enough 'gainst ill intent and being seen, and both seem t'suit..." says Glass, with a better sense of these things than I have, and I feel hope lift up a little. There may be something we can do.

"Worth talking t'Tess or Hermia or Syl, I think."

"I'll talk over it with Tess," I say. "See what sort of magic she thinks it would be, which might decide whether Hermia or Syl might be better able to help. Their skills seem quite different," I note, thinking of Hermia and her books and then of Syl at my bedside as she cast away the ghost.

"May be worth talking t'him, t'find out how it's going, but think she could still cajole him so need be careful."

I shake my head.

"I wouldn't trust Lucien," I say. "I know he's a friend of yours, and now he's rid of the demon I like him well enough, but I wouldn't trust him. Not about this." I sigh. "But I'm sure word'll get out when she goes into labour. Everyone in town loves babies being born." It's always a point of excitement, given the difficulties people have bearing children in these days.

"And how is your pregnancy going?" I ask, hoping to move to cheerier things. I want to ask about Dorian, but now doesn't seem like the right time. "Is it treating you well enough?"

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Mentions talking it over with Tess, and nod agreement. Though adds "I wouldn't trust Lucien," and frown at that. "I know he's a friend of yours, and now he's rid of the demon I like him well enough, but I wouldn't trust him. Not about this."

"I..." Think of the colour he turned in the Miskatonic, and trust he'd have her well shut of what she's carrying. And yet as well remember him speaking of her calling on Lugh and Laurence and Kate t'stand against Marbas as some unspeakable bravery, and think if she painted herself aright he'd fall in with her, always. "Well enough," I say soft.

Mention of word getting out and can feel the shift in the subject, and'm glad of it, and touch her hand light aside mine on the bench. "And how is your pregnancy going?" she says. "Is it treating you well enough?"

"Well enough," I say, and realize I've curled in on myself a little and straighten. "Truly," I add. "Times my moods're scattered and'm a touch sick," and I hate that, the moods particular, "but less tired, at least. Though I'll be glad t'see spring come," and manage a smile. Raspberries and raspberry leaf, beets, corn, lemon balm, spinach, and I am so tired of them preserved or dried... "And've been craving oranges. Haven't had them in years." Shake my head.

"That aside..." Touch my face light, the stains creeping 'round my eyes. "Think few folk may've started t'suspect, but-- well. No'one's speaking of it yet, leastways not t'me." May be soon enough, may be that when the weather's warmed t'where I no longer need go about in layers and I've started t'show more they will, but not yet. "Don't mind the... the quiet of that. And Iago's being a kindness," I say soft. Still speaking of no gift particular for keeping house, or cooking, and from the changes happen 'round the house when I'm sleeping or away from the kitchen, lend as much weight t'that as to his claims of not being a gentleman t'me. "Though he'd wave it aside."

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Glass tenses when I mention Lucien and I feel a little bad for criticising her friend, but I think I'm right to do it, and I think she agrees.

Glass lays out how she's been feeling, and she says: "And've been craving oranges. Haven't had them in years."

"I've got a couple of jars of orange marmalade in the store, traded in before the snow cut off the southern road for a while" I say. "It's not the same as fresh, but you're welcome to them."

And then she talks about how Iago's been good to her, and I think again of Dorian. I will go to see him, I decide. I'd rather not speak to him, but for Glass I'll do it.

"I'm glad he's been a help," I say, and I smile. Then I get up. "I should get back. But I'll see you soon," I say, touching her shoulder lightly. "Let me know if you need anything."

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"I've got a couple of jars of orange marmalade in the store, traded in before the snow cut off the southern road for a while," she says, and look up with my attention pricked, can feel my mouth start to water. "It's not the same as fresh, but you're welcome to them."

"I'd--that'd be a kindness," I say, and she smiles over Iago, and stands.

"I should get back. But I'll see you soon," and I find myself eased by the simple truth of it. "Let me know if you need anything."

Nod and "I will," and know I'm well set, I think, and... "'d you care t'come in for a moment?" I say, standing with her. "Mean... it's hardly a fine day for walking, and we've been out here. Cup of tea and a moment t'dry off'll not hurt, if you've time."

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I think, and I smile and nod.

"Yes, I'd like that." There's no need to rush away; the things I need to think on can wait a half hour.