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004: [visual] - Look for the girl with the broken smile Ask her if she wants to stay a while

Alexis stood outside the steps of the Sanctuary and for a moment she stared up at the building where they'd been stuck for three weeks, then down at her tablet. Her expression was confused, and there was slow growing worry in her eyes.

"Has anyone seen Kate Beckett? Or Dr. Reid?" she asked. Despite the fact that she was asking the question, there was quiet resignation in her voice, as if she already knew the answer. "I think they've both gone home."

She frowned and it was obvious she was debating whether she had anything more to say. Eventually, she bit her lip and asked, "Does anyone have a suggestion for a place to stay?" A pause, and she added quietly, "Somewhere with a threshold?"

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If there was one thing that could be counted on to get through Alexis' growing embarrassment, it was her inherent curiosity, and nothing pinged her curiosity more than the mention of something she didn't know. So despite the fact that the faint blush was growing far less faint and far more vivid, Alexis still managed to ~~squeak out~~ ask, "Shaych?"

She had a guess, but it really wouldn't do to assume given the guess.

He didn't exactly blame her for blushing--it wasn't particularly common, and just a little bit beyond "sociall acceptable." No one particularly blamed the Bards (they did have kind of a reputation), and so long as no one was getting hurt, they could keep pretending that they didn't care.

He gave a little laugh, though--he was used to it.

"You aren't exactly my type."

Still red. Very very red, in fact, as if her cheeks were doing their best to catch up to her hair. Her dad would laugh if he could see her. And probably wonder what had gotten her so keyed up.

"Oh." A weak, still embarrassed giggle followed the relief that she hadn't been completely inappropriate (or wrong). "Still, if Dad ever showed up here--" her expression faltered a little. She wanted that to happen. Badly. "He'd be upset. He's kind of overprotective."

But then, so was she.

"You don't have to be embarrased about it." He was very obviously not and never had been all that ashamed for it. He couldn't precisely relate to family showing up, but...he'd be lying if he said that he hadn't dreamed of what would happen if Vanyel put in his own appearance, if he said that he didn't want to see him again, didn't want him to be here to protect him and everyone else. And Vayel was certainly protective enough that he could relate to that part.

"Well, if you change your mind, I don't think I'm going anywhere."

The assurance that she didn't have to be embarrassed didn't actually seem to help Alexis as she threw up a hand in front of her face as if to hide the blush. Too little too late, but it was what she could do.

"I will come visit," she promised. "I still haven't heard you play, after all."

"Well, that's bound to happen no matter what time you visit. I'm always playing something!" And it was, for the most part, true. The only reason a Bard didn't play for a day was if he was dead or dying. And as he hadn't yet managed to get that far yet, he'd be playing every day. IT wasn't as if there was much in the way of distraction.

Music was a far better topic, and the flush in Alexis' cheeks began to subside as she giggled and nodded. "As long as you don't mind an audience," she answered. "But then I guess you'd be used to that by now."

"Well, I should hope so. I wouldn't be much of a Bard if I wasn't used to having an audience." Somehow, that image was hilarious--just the thought of a Bard freezing up because someone was watching him...

She giggled at that. "Well, you could have been a mysterious Bard," she suggested. "Always hidden behind a curtain or something, so people never knew what you looked like. Very mysterious and intriguing."

Stefen could only laugh at that image--he'd had to be the mysterious Bard before, only it was a closet, not a curtain. And no fun at all.

"Yes, but then the Bard's vanity isn't appeased and what would</i< you do then?"

Her eyes seemed to sparkle with laughter. This was the Alexis her family knew very well. Comfortable, full of wit and humour. Much like her dad. "Then you'd have to be brave and come out to greet your adoring fans, of course," she answered cheerfully.

"I think I might be able to manage that. It's not often I get any adoring fans." Which was a lie and he knew it. He had an entire little flock of Court women that followed him around (and, let's be honest, annoyed him like nothing else), and he was more than used to being adored. That's just what Bards did, after all. And he was certainly a showman. "It might take just a bit of practice, though, on a lovely young lady like yourself."

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