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Shelley could almost be put out, that V'Saine is so beautiful. No prison should be so lovely, she feels.

The perfection of the afternoon heightens it, the sights and scent of the rose garden. The only noise the delicate splashing of the fountain. The girl sits on the edge and gazes into gently rippling water, down past her reflection into the cool blue depths as the sun warms her shoulders.

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She frowns slightly, curious in spite of herself.

"Do you not feel it at all?"

A moment of calm consideration. Blue eyes watching her face now. His voice very soft.

"I suppose I do, now."

Another drop of blood feel to the white stone below.

How can he just not notice? Shelley looks back at him, though her eyes can't quite meet his.

A brief thought strikes her.

"Can you Heal yourself?" she asks after a pause.

Ishamael shakes his head. The flower hangs almost dejectedly at his side. The blood on the stem slowing.

"No."

Shelley frowns, momentarily distracted.

"Seems odd... It's not possible at all?"

Elan nods calmly. His voice almost pedantic in tone. He moved and sat down next to her. Setting the rose between them, he turned to her and smiled slightly.

"No more than a woman can tap Saidin."

The Betrayer's blood began to drip off of the rose's stem and onto the fountain's lip.

"I wonder if there's a reason."

Her tone still distracted.

"The principle should be the same..."

A small smile as he thought.

"It is one of those strange oddities... Balance, I suppose. The One Power is all about balance."

She shrugs after a moment.

"Perhaps. Be interesting to find out, but..."

A light laugh as he folded his hands in his lap.

"You sound like Mierin..."

"Who is Mierin?"

A small smile. Blue eyes glanced across the garden. It was so very relaxing.

"She and Beidomon opened the hole in Shaitan's prison. They had no idea what they were doing, of course."

A light chuckle.

"I think you may have heard her called Lanfear."

(Even surviving Lanfear's betrayal)

"...Yes, I've heard the name."

Her face is suddenly cold again, not so much directed at him, oddly for her.

A tilt of the head. Again, a touch of curiosity in his voice. Blue eyes watching her face.

"Oh?"

Shelley glances at him, expression still grim.

"Natael," she explains after a moment.

A moment of pause. His voice soft.

"Oh yes, that. My apologies."

The girl shrugs awkwardly.

It does feel odd to miss Asmodean. But then, she misses everyone back there now.

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