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WHO: Margaery Tyrell
WHERE: The Inn
WHEN: 2/09
OPEN TO: Caius
WARNINGS: None
STATUS: Closed

With evening settling in, Margaery had come to the inn to enjoy a bit of tea and the warmth of the fire. It wasn't a surprise to find Caius there, given that the inn was a gathering place for everyone. While they had spoken after his arrival, she hadn't had the opportunity to see him again, as there was much that occupied her attention. They had gotten along rather well, enough that she hoped that to see him once again.

She held out a cup of tea for him, joining him by the fire. The last of the cold was seeping from her bones, leaving only a comfort and languid feeling that only the winter seemed to bring. "You seem to have adjust rather well." She said to him, looking at him over the brim of her cup.

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It was her movement into his periphery that caught his attention and brought his gaze to look at her first and then take the offered cup of tea. He gave a warm smile of thanks before lowering it for the moment.

During their first meeting, Caius had decided to not share the fact that they knew each other. There was no question in his mind that it would be uncomfortable for her knowing that they shared such a close bond in another far corner of the multiverse, but it still made him a little sad.

He nodded, looking into the fire briefly.

"Yeah, it's not so bad. This place is a lot better than my world, or the last one I was in. In fact, this is kind of a holiday for me." he said, trailing off into a soft laugh.

While she did not remember what they shared in a different universe, there was no denying that she found his company appealing. There was nothing but time to get to know one another again and reforge the bond that she didn't remember.

"You have been in more than one?" There were others in the village that could say the same thing, but it was still shocking to hear for someone unused to it. "What was your previous world?"

She followed his gaze, feeling herself shiver. How many worlds were there?

"It is strange to think of this place as being a holiday."

"A place called the City. It wasn't a nice place." Caius said, shaking his head. If Margaery happened to be looking at him then, she would see that in his expression when he turned to look back into the fire. Something happened there.

He paused to take a sip of the hot tea cautiously. "I've spent a long time moving around, bouncing from to place. This universe is a lot more relaxed."

She did see his face and was able to read the change in his expressions. Not everyone had been taken from an idyllic life. Many of them had come from situations similar to hers, death or something darker.

"I don't know if "relaxed" is the right term for this place. Mysterious, lacking in answers is perhaps more appropriate."

Caius gave a thoughtful smile, a small snort of amusement followed before he gave a little ineffectual shrug.

"The last place I was in was driven by demons and it was a really dark place. Every once in awhile, you'd feel the whole City influence certain moods. There's nothing like that here. So, that's why I say it's a bit more relaxed."

It certainly sounded strange. For all this place was, she at least didn't feel compelled to act a certain way. All of the horror had been external, rather than internal. It was a small comfort, but a comfort nevertheless. It was hard to imagine being somewhere that could alter or change your emotions so easily.

"You don't mind being brought here?" He would be one of the first that she met. Most others were angry and irritable, which she couldn't blame them for. He was perhaps one of the friendliest new arrivals she had ever seen.

At her question, what smile remained was lost when he dropped his gaze to his hands and then back to the fire again. He wasn't sure how he felt being there. Seconds before pushing to the surface in the fountain, he was feeling the air displace against his neck by a sword which meant game over for him.

It meant peace finally.

But that didn't change how Caius was willing to endure everything because of the woman who sat beside him, and Claire. When they left the City and he was pulled back into his world, he simply didn't have the energy to keep waiting.

Now he was here with them again.

"Not really." Caius replied, shaking his head before looking back at her. "I've got to know some people who I only have the chance to be around in worlds like this."

The way he said it might convey a feeling like she was being spoken to. Indirectly, of course.

She sensed there was something he was hinting at, but didn't ask further. Others traveled from world to world, but she could only recall being in Westeros. There had been a green flash, a searing pain and then it was over and she was here. She didn't want to imagine having to sort through that in her mind in other worlds as well. It was still raw for her in this one.

Instead, she smiled kindly at him, placing a hand on his arm. She might not remember him, but she did feel drawn towards him. He had a good heart, something that she could see clearly.

"There is small comfort in that." She offered him. "There are those that you meet that you might not otherwise. They become true friends. I hate to imagine where I would be without those I met here." Or who she might be. They influenced her for the better.

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