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Svana put on a sharky smile. "My name is Svana. Here, let me help you with that," she offered, giving him no chance to respond before grabbing his nose at the bridge and bending him backward once she had the force of control. "And don't ever call me 'love' again, or I'll break your godsbedamned nose off and wear it like a necklace. Understand?"

All the while her tone remained level. She squeezed a little harder on his nose to punctuate her statement. If she needed to, she would smack his head against the counter, too, but she didn't figure it would take that much to get her point across.

Svana was actually surprised that he complied. She didn't expect it to last. Until then, she figured she had no choice at this point since he agreed to readily. Releasing his nose, she fell back and shook her hand free of a few droplets of blood.

Sean gestured with a hooked hand while asking her to set his nose. If he had both hands, she might have considered refusing him. Since he was a little incapacitated, she decided to take pity on him.

"Ice," she snapped to the serving wench, and then gestured for him to have a seat on the stool. "Too bad about your hand. I lost a finger once. Took me nearly a century to regrow. It still doesn't have great feeling in it," she muttered distractedly. A whole hand would probably take two centuries or more. "Tip your face back and I'll straighten it. Luck you, I've had plenty of experience with this."

"Are you sure we're not lost?" Will asked for the second or third time since they'd left. Marlc shook his head, golden mane bouncing with his ears.

"We're not lost, we're exploring," the tall native insisted. "There looks like a good place," he said, pointing across the lane.

"Your good or my good?" Will asked, frowning. He'd learned to be aware that there was a difference.

"We'll find out," Marlc said, leading him through the waning late-morning traffic.

The door opened with a jingle, and a thick wave of a half-forgotten smell washed over the two of them.

"Oh my God," Will said, stepping inside and taking a deep breath. "Coffee."

Marlc glanced around, noting the racial composition of the patrons. Well, he was used to be outnumbered, but this time it wasn't by the usual blend of Dasnans. He was surprised to find Will striding confidently to the bar, and followed at a small distance.

Will had sat himself down at a bar stool, looking unusually content, or even happy. Marlc parked himself in a seat next to him, and leaned in to whisper, "You're familiar with this place?"

"Oh, I guess so," Will said, looking around the room with a dopey grin on his boyish face. "I had a dream a while back that went like this. I think we might have fallen asleep at some point. See? I remember that one elf. Maybe." He frowned. "She was a lot less bloodied up, last time."

Marlc shrugged. Group delusion? A very convincing one, but he'd lived through stranger things.

"I'm getting a hot chocolate," Will announced, and a waitress materialized in front of him.

"Wine for me," Marlc said, hands folded neatly in front of him.

Glancing sidelong at Claudette, she flashed her a wry grin. "It's not among my better threats, but it'll do," she conceded.

"The hook is an interesting adaptation. Must come in handy," she commented as Sean tipped his head back. Pressing the fingers of her hands in an A formation, starting at the bridge of her nose and working down, she pushed his cartilage back into shape. "I can't say it'll be perfect when I'm through. I've got a few healers that can work miracles on broken noses, but they're all back at the camp."

Whens she reached the base of his nose, she released him and took the towel of ice the waitress offered up, slapping it against his face.

"Ice for a stretch and you should be good to go, lad. Have fun blowing the clotted blood out of it later."

Sean resisted sticking out his studded tongue at the humble comment about her threat. Svana didn't need words when she looked the way she did and was as fast acting as she was.

She was also fairly decent at fixing noses, he thought, as she made some comment about healers that was likely to get her burned for witchcraft if they were true.

The ice was a nice touch. That was hard to come by stuck on a ship in the tropics. He kept it pressed to his face with his hook as he used his hand to down the drink he had ordered.

"Blood," he said, and stuck his tongue out at the taste, then turned back to Svana to flash her a grin and keep their conversation going. The high pitched shrieks from the human girls slammed into his face with all the force a headache could have.

"You threaten me, you fix my nose," he said, "least I can do it buy you a drink. Maybe something that doesn't taste like human piss and is worthy of getting a hangover on since I'm-" he paused to motion at his face, "going to feel like I have one one way or another."

Claudette stifled a laugh; if Svana was going to rip Kira to peices, she deserves everything she gets. Kira was still sucking down her alcohol noisely when Svana gave her that death glare, and she didn't flinch. Claudette felt a little uneasy but stayed out of it.

"Oh. My. God," Kira said, drawing out the last syllable in a large whine. "Your ugliness is hurting my eyes. So I guess that makes us even. Ever heard of makeup, sweetcakes?" Her tone was sickly sweet, full of attitude, and Claudette sighed. This wasn't going to end well.

"Remember," Kira added, just as sweetly, "if you attack me, I know magic that will blow you to smithereens. Your insides can become your outsides, if you prefer that. Or I could just incinerate you. I'll be nice and give you the choice, brute."

Claudette nervously played with her hands. Immortals using their magic always made her anxious. Should she run? She felt like she should help Svana, but would she even need it? Or would Kira attack her instead? Worried, she found her hand at her blade, not taking her eyes off Kira.

Sean's mouth dropped open just long enough to realize Svana was old enough to have been Finn's grandmother's elder, and started to tell her he'd changed his mind.

Then she threatened the human with something that made Sean decided he'd actually pay for the drinks instead of skipping out when someone inevitably started a fight.

That chance came when the other human spat something back. He let it pass by though.

"You gonna let her get away with that, love?" Sean asked as he held up his finger for another drink.