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Characters: Simon Tam and YOU
Date: Throughout the month of May
Location: Various, see headers
Situation: A monthly catchall for Simon Tam. If you'd like to do brackets rather than prose, I will match.
Warnings/Rating: None for right now

Healer's Guild

Simon had tried as hard as he could to stay out of the current fuss involving Milyn. He firmly told himself that it was none of his business, and he had no interest in getting involved in local politics and fighting- that his job was to heal, not to put himself in the middle of attempted assassinations.

So instead he put his energy into helping people- making sure that his fellows at the Healers' Guild were taking care of themselves, taking care of some of their patients as needed, and so on. He found this to be very fulfilling, if he had to be honest with himself- this was where he belonged, what he was meant to be doing before everything changed.

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Anywhere else you'd like to run into Simon? Name a time and a place.

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"You said, most of the others have gone away," she shifted her glance to the far wall, as if afraid to meet his gaze. "I was here before and you weren't. There were things that weren't real but I couldn't always tell."

Simon closed his eyes and turned his head away, though he still kept his fingers entwined with River's. Finally, he looked back at her and softly kissed the top of her head.

"I want to tell you I have no plans to leave, but that's a promise you know neither of us can keep. ...Would it make you feel better if I stopped working?"

"I know."

She couldn't begrudge him even if she wanted to (she didn't). No one in the entire 'Verse had proven themselves more determined to be at her side than her brother.

She curls the fingers of her free hand over her arm. "You don't want to stop working. You'll feel guilty."

"I would," he agreed, looking back at River, wishing he could just reach in and erase all of her worry, find some way to make it so that he never had to leave her. "But I would do anything to help you feel better. Safer. You know that, too."

"I'll stay," she said eventually, pulling her legs up beneath her skirt. "I'll just watch you for a while." His movements, calm and orderly, were soothing sometimes. There was a certain reassurance in watching someone who knew exactly what they were doing when they were in their element; a contrast, it seemed, to River's seeming erratic body and mind.

"But stop at suppertime."

Simon wrapped his arms around River again, glad that she was doing this for him- facing her fear, her worry, and watching him do what he loved for his sake.

"I'll do that," he promised. "And if I don't, I give you permission to make me stop."

And just like that, the impish grin is back, eyes bright and mischievous. "Who said I need permission?"

Simon laughed before he kissed the top of her head and said fondly,

"I thought I would try to slip that in there, anyway. Hope springs eternal."