[Erik arrives in due course, stepping out of the shuttle into the cargo bay. He looks a bit better than the last time Hermione saw him, a little more rested. When he sees her, he raises a hand in greeting.]
[ She perks up as soon as she sees Erik - she'd been waiting, of course she had - and she goes over. Her first instinct is to go and wrap her arms around him, but she hesitates as she stands in front of him, hesitating instead. ]
Yes, well. I can't deliver this over the communicator.
[He fishes in his pocket and pulls out her gift, holding it out on the palm of his hand. It's a miniature sculpture, made from some of those brass gears he collected all that time ago. The shape is rough, given the spokes and rings of the material, but it's in the form of a seated lionness, wings held aloft from its back.]
[ Hermione steps forward, reaching up to take the lion with wide eyes. Her fingers stroke over the metal gently, her thumb brushing over the head of the beast before she looks up at him, delight colouring her features. ]
You should - I mean, you should come in and have some tea, something, please. [ She's doing her best to be polite, but it's obvious that she's still completely captivated by his gift to her. ]
Just down here. [ She wanders down the hall towards the kitchen, holding the lioness carefully in her hands. She puts it down as gently as she can when she gets there, moving around to get some cups for the tea. ] How have you been?
Well enough. [He takes a seat, looking around the kitchen. He had been here before, of course, years and years ago. Or months. It still feels like both, and he has to shake his head slightly to dislodge the jarring sensation.]
I don't think anyone expected it to be easy. [ She doesn't force him to look at her, just pours the tea without hesitation. She knows enough to give Erik some space. ] And as comforting as having your friends around might be I'm sure it was smothering, too.
I have to be. [He sips at his tea, knowing that answer is maudlin. It's also the truth. He's here until he gets removed again. He has to adjust. The only other option is withdrawing from all contact, and that's not possible. Not least because a certain amount of people wouldn't allow it, but because he also doesn't truly wish to be alone like that for long.]
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Hi, Erik. Welcome.
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[He fishes in his pocket and pulls out her gift, holding it out on the palm of his hand. It's a miniature sculpture, made from some of those brass gears he collected all that time ago. The shape is rough, given the spokes and rings of the material, but it's in the form of a seated lionness, wings held aloft from its back.]
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[ Hermione steps forward, reaching up to take the lion with wide eyes. Her fingers stroke over the metal gently, her thumb brushing over the head of the beast before she looks up at him, delight colouring her features. ]
This is incredible.
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I'm glad you like it.
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[ She steps back but is still close, even as her head tilts down to look at her present again. It's obvious that she's in awe of it. ]
Your skill is amazing, Erik.
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I'm glad to hear it. I was worried about you, you know.
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It wasn't an easy transition, coming back here.
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I was on my own before coming back here. It's what I had expected for the foreseeable future, so... it was difficult.
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Do you feel a little more adjusted now?
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