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[thereneverwas]

[For correspondence, private scenes, and anthrax.]

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[thereneverwas]

Is that all, [Barrow remarks, but gently: the Riftwatchers who have been through hell and back outnumber the ones who haven't, and there's no need to pick on someone for something he couldn't help. How different is that from possession, anyway?

He gives a little chuckle at the reassurance.]

Figured as much. I may not be unanimously beloved, but I like to think someone would have a problem with me getting murdered in my own room.

[tadpoled]

If there was any danger, I would be under guard again. [Which Tav did for quite a few months.]

I'm glad we've gotten a chance to talk, Barrow. [He feels a bit like he's among one of his companions again.]

[thereneverwas]

Right.

Unless I'm the guard. [He waggles his eyebrows: he is joking.]

[tadpoled]

[Tav laughs, leaning back on his cot for a moment.]

Impossible. None of my guards were half as good looking as you.

[thereneverwas]

[A laugh from deep in Barrow's chest-- that's the ticket.]

Damn right.

[tadpoled]

[Tav laughs again, there's always something charming about confidence.]

Quite confident, aren't you. [It's not accusatory, but perhaps some very light flirting.]

[thereneverwas]

S'pose.

[Rising to his feet, Barrow gently lets the cat jump down as he begins to get his things-- time to go be useful.]

I'm off, [he calls conversationally,] try not to kill anyone.

[tadpoled]

[Tav shrugs and offers a small wave.]

No promises.