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[stormandwind]

Jon. [Obviously she doesn't want Harry to be harmed instead, but she can't approve of a friend sacrificing himself. She sounds just as worried about him.]

How badly do you expect it to affect you, if it does? Will it kill you?

[epistemological]

It needs to be done, Miss- [ he bites that off and his voice softens] Tris.

I've no romantic entanglements, my room is largely inconsequential- mostly, I sleep there and make myself tea.

[ The rest of the time is spent in the library or elsewhere. But he does take a breath before letting it out and getting to her answer.]

I know it was destroyed, previously, and that did not kill the person who did so. [ Gertrude died from something else entirely, after all.] I have... a few ideas.

Regardless, I've the best chance of figuring out how to destroy it without harm. Hopefully, something will... come to me.

[stormandwind]

Not having romantic entanglements is irrelevant. That doesn't mean that no one would care if you came to harm. [She glares at him.] You aren't expendable.

[She'll concede his other points, but not that one.]

Besides letting you in to get the book, is there anything I can do?

[epistemological]

[ That actually earns her a grunt of irritation.]

I only meant that I wouldn't be inconveniencing anyone else or displacing multiple people.

[ A slow, pointed breath out.]

At this moment, not particularly. I don't believe that the harm will be... undone upon the book's destruction, so the rooms will most likely need to be cleaned out.

[ A wry chuckle.]

Perhaps a knock on my door in an hour or so?

[ See if I'm dead? ]

[stormandwind]

[Tris exhales slowly.] Sorry. I'm a bit on edge.

Fives and I will take care of Harry's rooms. Benton Fraser's offered to help too.

I will. I expect to see you in one piece when I get there.

[epistemological]

Yes, well, that makes all of us.

[ He shaves some of his own edge off after a moment.]

Though I suppose you... do have your reasons individually.

[ A quick snort. ]

I'll see what I can do. I've been trying not to disappoint my co-workers here.

[stormandwind]

Erskine ever so helpfully informed me back on the island that someone ought to have given me a helpful pamphlet about the drawbacks of loving people before I decided to do it.

I'll be disappointed if I have to bring you medicinal tea rather than black, and so will you.

[Both comments are dry and sarcastic, scarcely covering up all the emotion running underneath them.

Much more sincerely, she adds:] Take care, Jon.

[epistemological]

You DO realize you can give me a proper talking to when we get to the door.

[ He's just saying. He knows he's in for a talking to from his new 'assistant'.]

[stormandwind]

I can probably refrain, now that I've gotten it over with.

See you in a moment.

[epistemological]

[ He gets there quickly enough, waiting outside as he tries to settle himself, settle his breathing. He considers what he can put over his nose and mouth, decides on his sweater as the best bet, and starts loosening the sleeve past his hand for that very use as he waits for her.]