[RL with James Norrington - Backdated to Last Week]

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[Alexia had no doubt in her mind that James would arrive for tea that afternoon, despite his protests and excuses. It was obvious he was troubled by the event that had transpired during the latest virus, and despite her love for interesting gossip, her intentions were of a pure nature. She simply wished to see James happy, though she anticipated there would be much work before anything like that were to occur.

As the hour of invitation was drawing near, Alexia settled herself down in the parlor while Floote prepared the tea.]

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"I have to trust that even should that happen, the grace of our government is still a more responsible power than a group of undead, ragtag outaws."

Maybe he was being harsh, but it was only because James secretly felt he'd made the wrong decision, too.

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"I see."

She nods, and once again her other thoughts hopefully go without saying. She thinks it a terribly foolish hope given the odds.

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He knows he made a poor decision, Alexia. Must you rub his face in it?

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She simply wishes to make sure that he is aware of these things.

"Should any trouble arise, you will always find safe haven here."

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"I appreciate that, Alexia."

But there is no way he could abandon his duty. Whatever poor decisions he made, he made them, and he's not one to back out now.

James hesitates, looking to the side and clearing his throat slightly. "How are you?"

Hey, it's worth a shot.

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She will allow him a pass this time. Alexia is always gracious, of course.

"Well enough. Certainly ready for this child of mine to make their entrance into this world."

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James smiled faintly behind his teacup.

"Much better for the rest of your family when she's out squalling and raising a fuss. At least she's only keeping you up at night, currently."

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"That is exactly it. I should not be the only one to be kept up by their nightly whims."

She looks quite serious about this matter, of course.

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This only makes James grin broaden, though he does his best to hide it.

"Lady Maccon, your kindness and compassion is truly what sets you apart," he teased, his voice and expression very grave.

Obviously, no one had ever taught James not to bait a pregnant woman.