Room 406, evening

[izzyalienqueen]

After last night's festivities and working today, Isabel was ready for a quiet night in. She made herself a hot chocolate, minus the whipped cream because she was still semi-traumatized, then settled in to write a few more essays.

The door was open.

[OOC: Okay to say Ronan came by, conversation itself is NFB. Anyone else stopping by would be prior to Ronan.]

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[not_in_the_book]

"She- Michaela. Michaela's dead. She saved me, and now she's dead." Tears threated at Ronan's eyes, ready to join their brethren that had so clearly been spilled already. He started shaking, chilled; he was soaked through, though whether from sweat or from running through water somewhere was something that only Ronan would be able to tell. He was clearly winded, too, which showed how much, how long, he'd been running.

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Isabel grabbed the throw from the foot of her bed and draped it over his shoulders. "Relax. Which, yeah, I know. Hard to do. But take a deep breath and start at the beginning." She took a seat next to him, close enough to bump shoulders, and held out a hand.

[not_in_the_book]

Isabel's hand seemed to give him something on which to focus, for his attention was directed to it; he reached out to take it, and it seemed to bring him back to himself, at least enough to explain further. "Michaela... she... I met her while I... away. She loved me, and she... she took a shot for me. Saved my life, so that I could get back here." He pulled the throw further around him, almost seeming to shrink into himself. "She loved me, she loved me so much, and I just... if I'd loved her more, I wouldn't have tried to leave, and she'd still be alive."

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"I'm sorry," Isabel said simply, squeezing his hand. "But you can't blame yourself for wanting to get home."

[not_in_the_book]

"Can't I?" Ronan asked, his tears now a little more under control -- seeming so, at least -- as he looked over at Isabel. "I... Oh, Powers, Isabel, she... she loved me enough to die for me, she loved me enough to let me go; I should have loved her enough to want to stay."

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"When you love someone, you'll take any risk if it means keeping them safe," she nodded, thinking of what Max had done for Liz way back when. "And happy to. If you had stayed? Would you have been happy?"

[not_in_the_book]

"Of course I would have been!" Ronan said vehemently. Perhaps too vehemently. "I mean, I... Of course I'd have been happy. She loved me. Ciaran, too, in his way." Never mind the fact that before this conversation, Ronan hadn't mentioned either Michaela or Ciaran to Isabel at all. "I just... I would have missed people here, that's all. I'd already decided to stop looking for a way home, before we heard about the sword."

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Isabel raised an eyebrow the slightest bit. "How about this," she asked. "I'll make you some tea and we start at the beginning? I think I'll understand better if you do."

[not_in_the_book]

"... Tea would be good," Ronan said, tightening his grip on the throw. "I... yeah."

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"Chamomile okay? Or Lemon? No Earl Grey here, it's all herbal."

The nice thing about alien powers meant that it only took a minute before she returned to the bed with a mug of steaming hot water and a selection of tea bags and some sugar packets.

"I used to like the chamomile when I was upset."

[not_in_the_book]

"Not lemon!" It was a surprisingly strong reaction to an offered tea. "Mich-" He stopped, unable any more to say her name. "She liked lemon tea. Chamomile, please."

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"Chamomile it is," she nodded, opening the tea bag and dropping it into the mug before holding it out to him. "Be careful. It's hot."

Picking up her own mug of hot chocolate, Isabel sat back down and waited quietly.

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan held the mug between both hands, inhaling the calming steam of the chamomile tea. Finally, after a long silence, he took a sip and then spoke. "Not long after I ended up sideways, I met a girl named Michaela. She was beautiful, but that wasn't the first thing I noticed; it was her energy, the way she moved, each step a dance. She helped me out when I got there, helped me find shelter, food... and before long, she fell in love with me."

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"It's not surprising," Isabel said. "I think you'd be an easy person to love."

Her hot chocolate was finished so she set the mug aside and drew her knees up, resting her chin on top of them. "What happened that you wound up sideways? Why did you have to go home in the first place?"

[not_in_the_book]

It took a moment again for Ronan to find his words. "There was a minor crisis," he said, finally. "Someone -- we didn't know who -- was fiddling with one of the four treasures, the chalice. Since I'd wielded one in the last Battle of Moytura, Annie asked me if I wanted to help track it down. So I jumped home, thinking it was just for the weekend."

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"But it wasn't going to be that simple." It was a statement of fact more then a question. There were questions she wanted to ask, about what Ronan meant by the last battle and what that meant, but Isabel figured now wasn't the time. "What went wrong?"