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[She comes back to herself with a blazing, ragged jolt, tossed from exhilarating chaos into quiet solitude. At first, her tower blurs around her, alien and hollow. This is not her home, this is not her life, why is she alone in her head?

But her mind never takes long to bounce back.

Remembering who she is doesn't mean she forgets what she felt. The Emperor - Aslan - as a big brother. As a partner preserving the world as it fell apart around them.

She doesn't bother calling him on the Network. She takes a moment to smile wistfully at the little figure of Pythia Leonis on her desk, and impulsively snatches it onto her lap.

Then she's on her way to his room. She expects the reunion to be a bit strange, a bit perturbing, and a bit wonderful. It could be another breakthrough, another step closer to giving him his life back.

Instead, she finds him passed out beneath a couple of perturbed cats.]

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[Anyone who's been to it will recognise the Emperor's room. Melchior has clawed his way onto Barbara's lap, pawing insistently at her chest.]

So - the Emperor won't be making his Infirmary shifts. I'm pretty sure it's just a coma.

Zane - help me check, would you? If that's all it is, we can just put him into bed.

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So we're up to our tits in extra cats for the duration.

Want to dye 'em pretty colours to surprise 'im when 'e wakes up?

[Her smile widens into a wicked grin.] Oh, hell yes. [Mel is purring, as she scritches his ears and murmurs down - ] What do you want to be, sweetie?

That great soppy orange git was born to be a bee cat. I think 'e'd like that, don't you? As for the little princess, I can't decide yet. Summat fabulous. I'll 'ave to see if I can formulate catsafe glitter spray.

[A breath. A pause. A longer pause, and Iris looking a little shifty.]

I've been talking to Dr. Cambridge.

We should do wings. [Wings that work, even. Her mind's already buzzing through the possibilities when -

Oh.

Her smile doesn't fade; it just becomes something else, soft and sad and hopeful.]

Yeah?

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