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I don't think he sees much. He's helped Ronan as well. Multiple times as far as I'm aware. If Magnus can handle that, I think it should be okay.

[ Her lips purse together worriedly. Magnus had told her the same thing but she'd been skeptical that he was just trying to help and was bending the truth so that she'd let him. He seemed like the kind of nice guy who'd do anything to help someone who needed it.]

He helped us dream my room.

Oh! Then you're familiar with how his seidr works then.

[He smiles, recalling how pleasant it is when Magnus helps him go to sleep.]

Magnus would tell us.

Yes, it was... unbelievable and beautiful. [ The whole experience was surreal.

She looks exhausted, letting her legs slip away from her chest, laying them flat. ]

I'll ask him tomorrow.

Good. I think it will help you immensely.

[He's glad to see her physically relax, even a little bit.]

If you can't sleep, you're always welcome to come to my room for company. I'm usually awake.

[ She looks at him with a gentle smile.] Gansey, thank you. [ She glances towards the window next to her, her expression a little hopeful when she looks back at him.] What are you doing right now?

[He smiles back at her, happy to see Betty look more like herself.]

Of course.

[He looks outside to see if there's anything that she's looking at, then back to her when she addresses him.]

Right now, nothing in particular. Why?

[ She looks something in between sheepish and shy, her gaze lowering.] I... don't really want to be alone... [ It's difficult to admit that.] if you wouldn't mind some company now...?

[For some reason, he wasn't expecting that at all.]

Oh, [is his initial ridiculous response.

He recovers with:]

Of course. I wouldn't mind at all. Would you like to remain here or go elsewhere?

[ His 'oh' gives her pause.] Please, don't feel obligated. [ She recognizes a soul that matches her own and suddenly she feels selfish for asking because like her, he wouldn't say no even if he wanted to.]

I can go to Archie's, if you need to be somewhere else.

I don't at all. I've just woken up and haven't made plans for the day.

[He moves himself further onto the nook by turning to face her more squarely, bringing one leg up to rest on the edge.]

[ She tilts her chin upward, trying to catch his gaze.] Are you sure? We can go to your room or somewhere else if you want...

[He locks eyes with her.]

Positively. I will leave location choice up to you.

It would make me feel better if you picked. [ That way she knows for sure that she's not putting him out.]

[There's a small quirk of a smile at that.]

Here is perfectly fine with me, [as he remains sitting on the edge of the nook.]

[ She moves to scoot over so Gansey can get in the nook instead of sitting on the edge uncomfortably, patting the spot next her. ]

I have a few books in here, if you want to read any of them. [ There's three true crime books, Andrew Lang's Blue Fairy Book and The Mists of Avalon. ]

[Oh! This is nice. He wasn't sure if Betty would be comfortable with him so close. He moves to the spot Betty indicates and leans back casually.]

I'll take any of your recommendations.

How do you feel about fairytales? Or Arthurian legends? [ she moves to lay back a little, to get comfortable.]

I feel very strongly about Arthurian legends.

[His eyes light up as he sits back up to look over at her.]

All of them more grandiose than the last version. King Arthur is currently a person of interest.

[ She grins a bit, moving to offer him the Mists of Avalon.] Really?

I've told you about my quest for Glendower before. It turns out it's even grander than even I could have imagined. I've found leads connecting Glendower and King Arthur directly.

[ Her eyebrows perk up at that, she's not skeptical so much as she's interested--] So did he actually exist? King Arthur?

Evidence is piling up--those legends simply dilute the truth with every retelling.

[He beams at the interest she's showing.]

So... was Glendower his contemporary?

Edited 2018-01-21 06:21 (UTC)

Even better...a descendant.