A meeting

[nevermorethroppish]

It's not often that he gets visitors these days. His daughter only visits when she needs a place to hide for a while and he'll always provide it; he'd told her since she'd walked out the door that she could always walk back through it. Erik, on the other hand, hasn't been up in ages and Liir's neck is probably less sore because of it; they'd never much gotten along even if the two of them agreed on more than they didn't. But he comes today, someone new in tow, and Liir starts the creaky old engine of hospitality up once more if only out of necessity.

As Erik makes introductions, they don't talk much. They don't say much of anything as he leaves either. But once he's actually gone, Liir gestures to the most comfortable spot in the small cabin that he makes his home in for Scott to take as he likes.

"Have you eaten? Prison's a hungry business from what I remember of it."

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[notrosecolored]

Scott wants to talk, but he doesn't have words. What he has is a strange mix of absolute rage and crushing depression and grief and no outlet for any of it.

So he helps Lir, searches for the few plants he recognizes and ultimately just - wanders off, with a murmured, "I'll be back before dark."

He will be, but he has to... do something before he explodes.

[nevermorethroppish]

Liir doesn't remark upon it other than to hold his hand up in half of a wave; Scott will return when and if he returns, and it's never been his way to worry overmuch on such matters. The front door is open and the back door is open.

Instead, he heads home and goes to his room to write for a time. He's been overdue.