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Wellard seems to be quite doing better- or at least that is what he says, and keeps telling himself, as he eyes the calender.

Someone is getting released soon, and its not him.

Aside from watching the calender, he has a book, and a deck of cards handy- Though visitors are much more than welcome, now. Particularly if they bring news.

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"Not your fault." He sighs quietly. "Its just something to watch for."

"I know," she says. "I'm still sorry. There do seem to be an absurd amount of things to watch for, don't there?

"Such is life- ... or as close as it is, even here." A bit wryly. "Things are never perfect, though at least there isn't a whole war going on as well."

Amy raises an eyebrow.

"Isn't there, though?"

Wellard blinks, looking to Amy.

"Howso?"

"It's a battle, at any rate. Maybe not a war. But she's . . . she can't be up to anything good, and she'll have to be fought, and that may not involve armies, but it is . . . it is a battle, itsn't it?"

"... smaller than others, but yes." Wellard nods, with a faint sigh.

Battles may have been easier when you had a ship with the enemy's flag raised, to shoot at.

Those battles had rules, if nothing else.

"Smaller in some ways."

Bigger in others.

Rules and codes that both sides did follow, at least. This, did not.

"And more personal, for all of that. It means more, doesn't it?"

"It does. Not that I have a great of experience with this sort of thing. But she keeps hurting people I care about."

Wellard winces a bit at that, and nods. "So you keep getting pulled into dealings with her, even if you've never quite met her yourself?"

"Oh, I've met her," says Amy. "I met her around Christmas."

"Ah." Quite meaning 'my sympathies for that'. Wellard shakes his head.

"It was unsettling, to say the least. But some good came of it. If I'd not met her, I would have been as suspicious as I was when Caspian was not himself, and wouldn't have known who to see about helping him."

Amy is very good at silver linings.

"True, perhaps. And thankfully you weren't enspelled by her as others were. Still- well, forgive my wishing that no one would have to deal with her at all."

"I should have far more trouble forgiving you if you felt otherwise," says Amy. "I'd happily leave her in the cells for the next few hundred years."

"You are not the only one." Wryly. "Or to have her far away from here with no way back." He sighs quietly.

"Well- there would be an end to this, somehow. If only a stalemate and a way to have people safe. Hopefully."

"Can't go on forever, right?"

Amy sighs.

"Well, that's enough of that. Is there anything you'd like?"

Wellard looks at The Scarlet Pimpernel, more than half done, now.

"I'd fear saying yes, then actually having to be in here long enough to need anything."

"Conversation, then," says Amy. "It won't have to last any longer than you're to be here."

He blinks, and then smiles. "Quite true enough, Amy. And always quite welcomed."

"So, what is it you teach Miss Ingress?"

"Oh, ever so many things," says Amy, and proceeds to describe them, in great (though amusing) detail.

Just a light a cheery conversation between friends, in the infirmary at the end of the universe.

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