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Raven is seated, crosslegged, on the floor. There is a large chunk of fine clay beside him, as well as a putty knife, and several other instruments.

Incense is burning, and he has laid patterned ribbons in a neat star shape around him.

He is waiting for aid.

This is as far as he can go alone.

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Raven grins.

"That does sound enjoyable. I regret I missed it."

A pause.

"I would ask about the fight, but I have never married, so I do not know how such things work. Friends are fine things, though."

He shrugs, drops part of the illusion, and begins to plaster over a fissure in his shoulderblade.

It is slow going, and looks awkward.

She bites her lip when the illusion drops - she hadn't realized he had been doing that. It looks like a rather painful procedure, patching the cracks up again.

"Err. Do you want me to... try to do that? It'd be less of a strain..." She doesn't know much about clay, other than it is dirt-like. Woe.

Raven passes her the putty knife.

"If you could smooth it over, I would be much obliged. I have not the angle for it."

He sighs.

"I hate this. Muchly."

"Well, yes." She takes the knife, and sets to work, smoothing the clay carefully. "Can't imagine this is something you'd do for fun."

Raven considers.

"People are often surprising."

He blinks.

"This, though--this I could live without."

He pushes clay into another fissure on his bicep.

It takes her longer than it would have taken Raven - it seems just when she gets one part just right, she's mucked up the other side. But eventually she gets it looking fairly normal... if a clay patch on a body can look normal.
"There. That's alright then, I guess. Take a look?" She holds up the mirror for inspection.

Raven looks into the mirror for several moments. He may be looking at his arm.

"It is well enough, Ace, and more than. I thank you."

A pause, and a headtilt.

"Will you help with the other side?"

"Sure." She's pleased that she's able to help, even a little. It's much better than fretting and worrying. Carefully she scoots over for a better angle.

He tilts himself, and patches up another fissure.

"Is there aught you would speak of? I have been here for some time, and I am somewhat at a loss for conversation, I think."

A faint shrug as she waits for something else to do.
"Y'missed some terrific explosions the other day. The Americans had a holiday just for fireworks. Sometimes they can be pretty smart people." No, Ace doesn't have any intention of changing her revisionist history. "Talked to Bernard."

Raven tilts his head, ponders, and adds another dollop of clay.

"I am sorry to have missed it. Perhaps," and here his look turns hopeful, "there are other holidays like that? Or I could wait for next year, I suppose."

He blinks.

"You spoke to Bernard?"

"Yeah, there's Guy Fawlkes, that's from my side of the pond, and we have bonfires as well." As always, the British do it better. Smirk.

...

"Yeah. I did." She fiddles with the knife, just to give her hands something to do. "Things aren't going to change for a while."

Raven blinks.

"I--what?"

Both eyebrows are up, and he looks bewildered.

"The wheels of justice are slow, in this place? Or are people so hotheaded they need this much time to cool down?"

"Maybe a little of both? I think it's also supposed to be part of the punishment." Though who's really being punished here is up for debate. Tim most times seems perfectly content to stay where he is.
"It still could be worse."

"Yes, well." He thinks.

"How is it, for you?"

"I'm alright." Really, she is! "M'staying with Eddie and Susannah for the time being. They're rather insistant I do so." A grin. Gotta love family. Even when they hunt you down in the middle of the night. Perhaps especially then.

Raven grins.

"It is as well as can be, then."

Possibly. Raven is not quite so stupid.

"And, should they become too insistent, you may always hide here."

He's waiting for the perch, really.

But the perch won't be a surprise, and thus not nearly as fun, if she drags it up here while he's still in the room.

This calls for stealthy ninja skills.

"Ta, Raven. Might take you up on that." She'd hug him for it, but she's hesitant now that she knows he's not nearly quite as healed as he looks on first glance.

Raven looks up at her, and his gaze is impudent.

"I am not broken, Ace. Just--covered in clay, at the moment."

Well, if he's going to read her mind like that, he deserves what's coming to him.

She tackle glomps him. For being a good brother.

Raven laughs, with a slight 'oof' as he is glomped, and holds tight.

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