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For Barrayar mods ([personal profile] barrayarmods) wrote in [community profile] forbarrayar2017-02-18 03:21 pm

[ february ii log ]

Who: Everyone
What: Traitors exposed, celebrations had, sleight hands passing cards under the table. And so begin the preparations for what is soon to come.
When: February 18th - 28th
Where: Barrayaran camp / Cetagandan base
Warnings: Torture (interrogations thread)

Quick links:
Riverfall
Barrayar: Barrayaran camp / Party / Missions
Cetaganda: Cetagandan base / Moon-poetry party / Missions


The harsh weather rages on, which temperatures still averaging far below freezing, and the wind is still strong. But things are a little less dire for the outsiders, and for the exotics -- well, they have their own chills to deal with.

riverfall
Riverfall village is your typical Dendarii mountain village, which means it's small, humble, and mostly poor. This is the most rural of the rural around here, a little backwater even by Barrayaran standards. Most of the villagers live in houses of wood and stone built themselves or by ancestors. Despite the cold, there are plenty of people outside at any given time -- working, mostly, because the daily grind stops for no one, but even the occasional group of children taken over by fits of cabin fever. The village is built up against a rocky mountain face, from the top of which the eponymous waterfall flows into the river that borders the west edge of the village and continues down the mountain. The place isn't exactly hidden, but if you don't know your way around, it'd be hard to find without a native guide.

The villagers are wary of the outsiders at first, even more than the soldiers had been -- the rural Dendarii are as superstitious as they come -- but, slowly convinced of their good intentions, start to warm to them. They're a blunt, hardy people, largely uneducated and tending toward the most extreme of Barrayaran sensibilities, but they are undeniably fierce. The General Count trusts them, so they'll be more or less civil (by Barrayaran standards, anyway), but you might catch the occasional scrutinizing, watchful stare. With Cetagandans in camp and exotics among them, they border on hostile, especially those who are visibly nonhuman. They keep their heads down enough to keep from getting into trouble with the soldiers, but they do not like you at all.

Not everyone in Riverfall speaks English -- Russian is everyone's first language, and only about half the village has any passable command of English. Thankfully, the village's Speaker Yakiv Gura speaks English, if heavily accented. They're clearly stretching to the limit to help the camp, but to the Dendarii, there's no higher act than one in the Count's service, especially when it comes to fighting this war.

barrayar
Even after scoring themselves a little extra food, morale in the camp is at an all-time low. The miserably dangerous weather hasn't let up, food is still heavily rationed, and everyone is still at least a little tired, cold, and hungry all of the time. It doesn't help that they've lost a few soldiers in the last couple of weeks, and in Riverfall, too, some villagers have died of the cold despite their relative warmth and safety, mostly children. This is hardly the first harsh winter they've faced, but that doesn't stop the inexorable loss that comes with it. Some villagers may be somberly putting their loved ones to rest in the village graveyard when the outsiders are in town.

But Piotr finally calls Negri out as a spy sent by his aide-de-camp Captain Ezar Vorbarra, partly to deliver a message and partly to test Piotr, because Ezar loves coy bullshit. However, he does learn that both Ezar and Prince Xav Vorbarra, Olivia and Sonia's father, are en route to Vorkosigan's District with relief supplies from Beta Colony secured by Xav's ambassadorial connections and tireless lobbying. Once Piotr judges it safe to release this information, it bring with it a bit of hope -- and to seal the deal, Piotr and Olivia arrange a celebration of sorts in the village.

Finally outing the ring of reason in the camp helps to bolster morale, too. Vorhalas is interrogated, and the names of his co-conspirators are revealed: Lieutenant Boris Vortala, who killed himself in disgrace shortly after his fast-penta interrogation at ghem-General Zefyst's hand, and their commander Captain Aaron Vorbataille. Vorbataille has, of course, already started to make his escape -- but with the help out of the outsiders, he won't get very far. Once Piotr is satisfied with Vorbataille's interrogation as well, both men are put to execution, but not by beheading as Doctor ghem-Miko: the sentence for treason is death by public starvation and exposure, and in this weather, it doesn't take long. They are publicly and emphatically denounced as traitors with no honor to speak of, sending a very clear message. Although this might seem like a gruesome sight to the outsiders, to the Barrayarans this is simply how it goes, and very few of them are sorry to see these traitors suffer, particularly as Vorhalas was the one responsible for their food shortage in the first place.

Reports from those soldiers and outsiders who were in the village at the same time as the Cetagandan field science team present the General Count with another troubling problem, however: the implications of the Cetagandans building a device that could control this phenomenon are terrifying, particularly to this threadbare resistance movement. But sabotage seems hardly a worthy solution, either. This is the only lead they have on sending the outsiders home, and so many of them have already put their lives on the line for the cause of a planet that otherwise nothing to most of them. There would be no honor in robbing them of their only chance to return home. But whether they should continue to allow the Cetagandans to proceed with their research or try to find a way to copy their plans themselves, a dubiously possible venture at best, weighs heavily on his mind. It only complicates his strategic concerns further, but by his military orders in the next couple of weeks, at least one thing is clear: he wants Cetagandan bodies.

camp
Morale is critically low among the soldiers, particularly after a few casualties during a recent skirmish with a Cetagandan patrol, but spirits definitely begin to lift with news of relief. The soldiers are now more or less accustomed to the outsiders' place in the camp, and they're even starting to become a little friendlier toward them, particularly those who've been involved in the war effort. They might invite outsiders to play card or dice games with them, or share a conversation over an admittedly meager meal, or better still, bond with them in the true Barrarayan form: over a lot of alcohol.

Negri has more or less built himself a niche in the camp, and doesn't look like he's going anywhere any time soon. But he isn't the only spy around. They desperately need a man on the inside, particularly with the troubling news about the wormhole device, and right now, that man is Byerly Vorrutyer. Starting next month, Piotr is sending him on assignment to infiltrate the Cetagandan base under the cover of a cowardly collaborator.

party
By the time they have the party on the 21st, the villagers have warmed up to the outsiders a little, but they don't really bond until the party. With what little they have to share, they scrape together as much of a feast as they can: not much, but by this month's standards, any hot meal prepared with fresh ingredients seems absolutely decadent. And because this is Barrayar there is, of course, plenty of liquor, that Barrayaran moonshine maple mead not the least among them, and there's no shortage of wine or vodka, either.

The hillfolk light lanterns all around the village and raise large tarps to cover the open center of the village where they usually hold gatherings. Inside, protected from the wind and lit by the bonfire and braziers placed around the perimeter, it's actually almost warm. Every villager who's ever laid hand to an instrument seems to gather there to play music all night long, an energetic mix of lively folk music and raucous drinking songs. Anyone with any musical talent would be welcome to join them as well. There's plenty of dancing, too, very little of it formal or complicated, but everyone's having a good time for the first time in weeks, maybe months, and the mood is infectious. By the end of the night, morale seems to have risen overall, and people in camp have something real to look forward to. The partygoing visitors are put up in warmed tents within the tarped village center or in the villagers' homes where they have room. Come morning, they'll head back, but for just one night, it's almost like there isn't even a war on.

missions
Outsiders have been assisting with moving supplies between the camp and Riverfall all throught he rest of the month, and it mostly goes smoothly. Vorbataille is caught on the 20th, although he and Vorhalas aren't publicly executed until a few days later, when Piotr is satisfied with the intelligence he's extracted. By the time he gets Vorbataille's name out of Vorhalas, the traitorous Captain has already fled -- but thanks to Carolina, Duv and Zarya, he's dragged back to camp for his interrogation.

That evening, Maine and William have the misfortune of encountering a dragon -- Darkstalker is on a mission with a Cetagandan patrol, and they run right smack into each other. A fight breaks out, but ultimately Darkstalker and the Cetagandans come out on top, and the outsiders and Barrayarans are forced to retreat -- but not before managing to kill a Cetagandan soldier or two, just barely escaping with one of the bodies.

Miles finds himself in a terrible position when a guard patrol shift goes horribly wrong in a skirmish against some Cetagandans, resulting in the death of their squad leader and a very ugly aftermath.

Zarya, William, Beth and Miles are in Riverfall with some Barrayaran soldiers on a supply run when a Cetagandan field science team arrives with a few exotics in tow. This is a rare chance to learn more about the Cetagandans' scientific exploits, and among other things, they find out that whatever it is that brought them here, the Cetagandan scientists are convincede it has something to do with the wormhole that collapsed 700 years ago.

The unabridged mission writeup is here.

cetaganda
The Cetagandans are a notoriously tight-lipped bunch, but they're blowing away most of the smoke surrounding their wormhole science research. As has been alluded, they're currently working on a device to harness the phenomenon that brought all the exotics here in the first place, and hopefully find a way to send them all home with it. They invite any exotics with scientific expertise to a series of interviews about neurology, astrophysics, and mechanical engineering. None of the advisement they receive helps to solve one of their most critical problems -- that of generating a Necklin field to match the one that must have surrounded each exotic -- but it certainly puts them closer to their goal, particularly in the area of neurology, and they're hardly going to stop there. But it's clear that the mathematicians and astrophysicists on base don't have sufficient expertise to solve the most complex equations before them. But on the brighter side of things, in the interest of this scientific exchange, they're letting the lab techs help a little more beyond just grunt work.

Meanwhile, the genetics project that seems so strange and arcane to the exotic carries on, largely behind the scenes, although Diya is increasingly at odds with her husband and even some of her senior staff, particularly the precocious Amai ghem-Soren. But there is very real purpose behind it -- and far more than just one -- and Diya d'Zefyst is a woman of great ambition. And more than anything else, she is haut.

Unfortunately, the relative peace on base is abruptly broken when Daryl, Lakshmi and Wash all manage to escape in a wild breakout attempt on the 25th. York and Ratchet are left behind, and as a result, some of their privileges revoked. They're now being watched a little more closely as a result.

base
Overall, despite simmering tensions under the surface and the miserable weather, life on base seems to be going more or less smoothly around them. The Cetagandans have had some recent victories against the Barrayarans, so morale is high. Unfortunately, after the breakout they begin cracking down on security with the exotics -- going back to treating the exotics a little more like they did when they first arrived. They aren't under guard, but after the 25th, they are being watched.

They still maintain that insistent veneer of civility, however, breaking only in cases where they feel the need or security risk is significant enough. The ghem on base remain overall cordial and courteous to the exotics as they ever were, which is to say considerably and always with a touch of smug superiority. With her success at the party earlier this month followed by her performance in the moon-poetry garden, the often-sequestered Amai ghem-Soren is seen more around the base.

moon-poetry party
The moon-poetry party is about three hours long and steeped in ceremony, each participant taking their turn to recite. This is, apparently, not a recitation of one's own work, but rather selections of classical Cetagandan poems, and in so referencing something culturally ubiquitous, each makes a statement in its mere selection and juxtapositions. If you pay close enough attention, you might notice that each participant has very subtly coordinated their outfits to further complement the theme of their recitation. Although there is a definite dignity to the party, it doesn't take much to pick up on the fact that this is yet another arena ghem use to try and socially one-up one another. Among the participants are both the Chief Medical Officer Colonel Faro ghem-Naru and Doctor Amai ghem-Soren, whose performance was especially well-received, the theme apparently being something about subtle passions.

missions
The science interviews with the exotics go more or less well, although not quite so hopeful as the Cetagandans were hoping. They do, however, learn some things about FTL travel in other worlds as well as other kinds of neural implants.

On the evening of the 21st, York, Natasha and Kaidan accidentally bear witness to what is clearly some kind of travesty: clearly a human being, but both overgrown and underdeveloped, and exhibiting powers of hydrokinesis and psychic empathy, referred to only as a ba.

On the 23rd, Jasper, Lapis, Pearl and Darkstalker accompany some soldiers and a field science team to Riverfall village, coinciding with a visit from some outsiders and soldiers. They encounter some outsiders while there but also pick up a bit on what it is the Cetagandans are doing -- that the Necklin field problem still remains their biggest problem, and they've been getting conflicting orders from the higher ups lately.

The unabridged mission writeup is here.

Note: Negri and Zahal are available for threads by request only this round. Please hit up Madi or Ammay respectively if you want threads with either of those NPCs. You can also request a thread with Village Speaker Yakiv Gura if you want, in which case hit up Madi.
dendarii: (eidetics 16)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-23 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ Fuck you Byerly.

After another heartbeat's hesitation, Miles grabs the other Vor by his collar and pulls him roughly into a kiss. Not a real nice one, but a kiss nonetheless. ]
vorrutyer: (world-weary (and smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-23 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
Well. That non-reaction is a bit of a relief, honestly. Beth is, of course, free to sleep with whom she chooses, but he rather would be glad if she doesn't have some human-shaped hedgehog panting after her. Not his business, and he obviously doesn't care, but - Well.

"Marvelous thing," Byerly says, "but you have no right to say where I sleep and where I don't. Oh - are you not concerned for her virtue? Are you worried about your own, perhaps?"
pigsfeet: (if ya got 'em)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-02-23 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
Daryl nods, and reaches over the rabbit's head. With one wrenching motion of his wrist, he snaps the creature's neck. He then begins the slow process of resetting the trap, something he does intentionally slowly, making sure Miles can see it. If, of course, he cares to look. Daryl isn't one much for loud displays of... well, anything.

"Got dinner, then." He throws the rabbit over his shoulder, looping it into a long string. "Gotta check the rest of 'em. You get on back to camp."
vorrutyer: (handsome)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-23 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ And that does get a reaction from Byerly. For a moment a shudder of tension goes through him, a jolt of anger. But it only lasts a moment. After it passes, Byerly leans in properly, one hand curling around Miles' bicep, the other trailing down his stomach. He takes possession of the kiss, lips moving and caressing passionately. It is a very, very, very good kiss, and his touch lands in just the right places to thrill and to titillate. This is, after all, his job. And he's damned good at his job. ]
dendarii: (solpadeine111)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-23 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
He does care. His eyes track Daryl's motions carefully, committing what he can to memory.

"I could help you with the next set."
pigsfeet: (cool loner type)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-02-23 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
Did this idiot just threaten to- no, no, Daryl doesn't want to think about it. Then he really might just break his nose. "Beth's told you where we're from," Daryl says, voice low. "People like you don't last. Ain't worth the effort."

Also, Christ, Daryl just doesn't like drunks. He figures it's not the worst thing to be biased against.
dendarii: (frakkingcylon 185)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-23 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ Shit. Not what Miles was planning at all. He was going to pull back as soon as he was sure he'd stuck it to the other man thoroughly enough. But he'd waited too long, and now -

What the fuck is wrong with him. And why is Byerly such a damn good kisser.

He pushes back after too long of a moment, trying to catch his breath. And not look quite so flushed, but that's a completely lost cause. ]
vorrutyer: (warmth)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-23 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah," he says, coming into the room. It's...nice in here. How strange it is that nowadays, a rustic country cabin strikes his eye as something nice, he who is accustomed to palaces, but, well...it's a permanent structure. It's warm. It's comfortable. It has a stove in one corner, a door that closes...

A door that's closed behind them. Privacy. Privacy. Good God, he didn't think he'd miss privacy this much, either. He could point out to her the danger to her reputation of being alone with him - but she knows that, of course. He could point out, too, the risk to him, but he doesn't much care. A bit of time alone with her, with wine, with warmth, is all he might have wanted just a few weeks ago.

"How kind of them," he says. Though he adds with a wry smile - "Though it might have been nice for them to stay in here, too. Just for the warmth, if nothing else."
vorrutyer: (punchable eyebrow)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-23 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Mm," Byerly acknowledges, lifting his eyebrows. "Has she also pointed out that the rules of where you're from don't apply to this world? Since that seems to have escaped your little raccoon brain."
pigsfeet: (the flashlight chew icons are v importan)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-02-23 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
If he really can't shake off Miles (and it seems like he can't), he might as well be useful. So far, Miles is doing a better than average job of showing interest and curiosity. It's a good sign... sort of. Less a great sign for the secrets stuck in Daryl's throat, but he'll just have to tough it out. He always goddamn seems to.

"Over there," Daryl says, pointing toward another clearing. "Put it near a burrow."

If Miles is as smart as he says, he should be able to find it, or at least get close. The snow is light, and not too fresh, and these rabbits don't seem to hibernate. There are fair patterns of rabbit tracks in the snow, littering the clearing, and converging around the burrow and the nearby trap. Of course, most people who haven't grown up living off the land like Daryl have never even think to look down, and plod right over the delicate tracks that disclose the world's secrets. Time will tell which type Miles is.
vorrutyer: (Backpfeifengesicht 5)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-23 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ Byerly pulls back as well, his breath quick, his hair just a little mussed. His eyelashes fall low over his eyes as he touches his lips. His expression is uncertain, a little distressed - hesitant - full of longing...He raises his eyes to Miles' face, then. The eyes are cold, mocking, jeering, even as he playacts the role of someone who just stole a forbidden kiss and is overwhelmed by it. The effect is a nasty one, the juxtaposition of the hesitant would-be lover's gestures made a mockery by the nasty expression in his eyes. ]

My God. I...didn't know that was what it was. If I'd only known - years ago...then we might have...
vorbratta: (that's why my heart is skipping triplets)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-23 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
Sonia rubs her hands together in the warmth, the stove fire banked, and then she flips one dismissively at Byerly. "Ah, don't worry about them. They're a very generous couple, and very enthusiastic partiers, too. They'll probably pass out by the bonfire like half the village."

She takes a seat on the low cot they've provided for her with a little whoosh of breath and wriggles her feet out of her boots, just for the novelty of it. She blows a piece of hair from her face, unsuccessfully, and smiles sunnily up at him, though the wine has made her eyes go dark. She holds out the bottle to him, but it's less an invitation for him to take it than for him to sit.

"Care to do the honors? I'm afraid I don't know where they keep the cups, but I think we'll make do."
littlemissfutility: (44)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-23 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Because nobody here knows to stab me if I die," she snaps back, just as quick, just as stupid. That's the last thing he needs to think about, her dead, but it's why. Why she told him more, after that first disastrous conversation (and the second, which was either significanntly more or significantly less of a mess, and she genuinely doesn't know which), at least. Quickly, she adds, "Byerly's a jerk, but I couldn't ask anybody else."

Imagine making Sonia put a blade through her eye. Imagine explaining to the count why his soldiers have to damage her brain. She's not that stupid.

Of course, now, it's less relevant. Daryl knows what to do, and she trusts he will, even if it just about kills him. She sits there on the log, watching him walk around like a caged tiger. "He might not do anything with it."
pigsfeet: (blue steel)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-02-23 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah," Daryl says, "'cept I'm so stupid, might forget. Might throw you out. Let you freeze."

As far as threats go, he's... not sure he'd go through with it. Mostly, he thinks, because Beth seems to have some kind of weird emotion tangled up with the man. But it's definitely something he feels no regret about threatening. He's killed for less.
vorrutyer: (genuinely affectionate?? nah)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-23 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
"I think we shall do so quite nicely, yes," he answers, and sits. His mouth, he finds, has gone dry. Goodness, he's more nervous than he was when he lost his virginity - and he doesn't think for a moment that there's sex in the offing. Well. It's possible, he supposes. Not likely, though. In any case.

He seizes the cork and starts working it from the bottle. "A fine vintage you selected, by the way. Have I ever mentioned how excellent your taste is?"
vorrutyer: (condescending aka default)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-23 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Dear man," Byerly says, "I'm Vor. You are pig-shit. You don't get to throw me out. Your threats are - dear God, they're laughable."
dendarii: (bg054)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-23 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ And Miles just figured something out about himself that he really, really would rather not have known. There's real panic in his eyes for a moment as he looks forward, not even seeing Byerly for a moment. He'd not been expecting to like that even the slightest bit. He'd assumed he'd be pretty well bemused by the encounter and then be very amused by surprising Byerly. Neither of those things have happened. Fucking hell, fucking hell--

He refocuses on Byerly just in time to see that nasty juxtaposition. It makes him feel sick to his stomach with mixed feelings. ]


Shut up, Byerly.
dendarii: (TW_S1_E3_0539)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-23 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
He misses the tracks - an indoor boy after all - but spots the burrow with a bit of searching. He'd played at finding them as a child, after all, and taken a decent amount of joy watching the creatures without scaring them. And inevitably getting up too soon because he was bored, but in theory.

Carefully, he move to check the next trap. Mimicking Daryl's earlier movements imperfectly. "This one's a little fatter," he says, peering at it. "Not by much."
vorrutyer: (what a shitty grin)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-23 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ The look of the hesitant lover fades, replaced with a sardonic smile. ]

Do you want a fuck? I have a cave I've been using. We can go up there right now.
dendarii: (frakkingcylon 233)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-23 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ Miles flinches back like he's been struck. ]

Go fuck yourself. I want no part of this.
Edited 2017-02-23 01:05 (UTC)
vorrutyer: (punchable eyebrow)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-23 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
I'm very good.

[ For a moment, his smile twists. ]

And like I told you before - sex is just business for me. [ Then, more breezily - ] I'd be simply delighted to help you explore something - something that surprised you, perhaps?
vorbratta: (stick my head up)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-23 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
Sonia watches him with great pleasure, shrugging off her coat, finally, now that she feels warm enough to do so. The wine helps. It's been a long time since she was dressed like a Vor lady -- it's hardly suited to camp life, and far too conspicuous. So prole clothes it is, and has been for years -- the dress is a simple cut, but it somehow suits her nonetheless.

"On occasion." She grins. "Yours isn't too terrible either, dear Byerly."
dendarii: (solpadeine05)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-23 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ He can't deal with this right now. Can't deal with it ever, dammit. But especially not here in the Occupation with Byerly Fucking Vorrutyer leering at him.

He takes a step back. ]


I don't want it.
vorrutyer: (satisfied (but smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-23 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
There's nothing wrong with it, Miles. It's all quite natural. Why, Betans do it all the time.
shri: (» and you ask and they don't know)

[personal profile] shri 2017-02-23 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ She hears Daryl's warning and she's moving as quickly as she can to at the very least get out of his and Washington's way. Because she can't fight like this, she knows she can't. Given everything to just moving forward through the snow. To not letting herself stop. Even if - they stop often enough to let her breath when they can.

Too late though, she thinks, the cold is getting into her bones. Her breath is coming weaker with it and they're likely to wander in circles looking for the briefest hint of where the Barrayarans might be. She was the only one there that even had half an idea and she'd come in the black, through heavy snowfall. Hard to trace her steps too long on that except in a rough direction. Led them here, had to stop for awhile as she coughed something ugly, as quiet as she could into the back of her wrist when Daryl said that they had company and wordlessly, easily, they all seemed to shift into some kind of formation. At least they could all do that much.

Maybe it's a relief, at least she will die outside, not in that blasted little box. Maybe the - one of them is big, apparently - take a weapon off him so Dixon doesn't just have to stand over her like - like Galahad would insist upon. Like Devi stubbornly always put herself in the way.

Her fingers curl into the bark of the tree. Ready for it, waiting for it, as much as that means anything when she feels half so wretched as this. Waiting for whatever would happen, seeing whoever it was apparently sent to chase them down.

Right up until she does and all at once it's a rush. Relief, utter and complete relief, her smile splits wide and bright. Her breath coming up quick and she might fall over regardless, but it'll be from the rush, rather than exhaustion. Won't be that more pleasant for everyone?

She catches Maine's hand as it presses against her cheek, knelt in front of her, the other beckons Miles closer. Her hand trembling faintly, but she pays it no mind and that'll be better, won't it? Carries on like normal, like she's not something that hasn't caught up with the fact that it ought to be dead. Pretend this is as it should be and she's not - oh, showing her age at all her edges, grey streaked and those deep lines at the corner of her eyes. Easier to hide as she brushes her knuckles against Miles' cheek, tucking Maine's hand in close to her. But it's there, even so. Holding herself together for as long as she must but sooner rather than later, she's going to give out under her own weight. Not thinking of it now, wretched and selfish as so slight a thing is, they're both so much warmer than she. Eyes shut momentarily for nothing else but that rush of their presence, alive, alive, alive. Hasn't had a single reason to feel even half this since they'd first knocked her out cold in the snow. Give her this half second of need, before she swallows, takes another pained breath.

Normal, normal, nothing wrong with her, let it just, press on, she wants neither to stop moving in case she can't again, nor - so openly express so much.
] My own sword and shield, come to find me, is it? I did not think I would see either of you again.

[ The mistake is laughing because the second she does, she begins to cough again, wretched ugly wet things that hurt as they come up. Lets go of them both to turn her face away. Blast whatever this sickness was. She pulls the jacket in close where Maine had draped it ( the damn things come near to her knees ) and hears him speak in that growled hissed way of his. Washington, she remembered, understood him, let them talk as they liked between each other.

For her part, she catches Daryl's eye, nods briefly to him. It's alright, she knows them, he can stand down. The next, she turns to Miles, and that is quiet, low - Maine she trusts enough that she doesn't care about speaking in front of him.
] They do not have it, and I never told them of it. It is with me now. [ The only thing that mattered to know immediately, at least. As much as she knows he is quite probably here for kindness, it weighed heavy on the mind, or at least it had hers. ]