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There's a woman in the Bar proper. She's commandeered a medium-ish sized table and covered it with things: books, pieces of parchment, notes. There's a plate of biscuits and a pot of tea. She has one pair of glasses tucked on her shining brown hair, and she's wearing another, and she's humming to herself.

She is also, as a certain cavalier might say, mega-dead... but she doesn't seem at all perturbed by it.

Date: 2020-11-01 06:57 pm (UTC)
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"They are both alive," Wei Wuxian confirms swiftly. "And they are doing well."

(Magnus whooshes out a sigh of relief at that.)

He leans to get a better look at Abigail's notes. "Your ability to control thanergy, you mean?"

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