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Finally finally Melou is home. He's managed to get Aeron safely in his stall and is now hefting his bags back to his room. His plans for this evening include sleeping.

And that's about it.

Anyone who bothers him on his way will likely get told that he's Melehan and he doesn't know where his brother is. Unless they're Melehan.

Or their mother.

Or Briallen.

And if he runs into any of them, well, he might just be sociable.

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"And he returns."

"Afraid I wouldn't?" Melou grins at his brother.

"Something like that," and he grins back at him.

Melou snorts.

"Yeah, well, next time you go to Rheged."

"Nah, that's what you are there for."

Pause.

"Or maybe I will. Different scenery, at least. Kinda."

"Yep. And bitchy relatives."

He sighs. And then grins again.

"Of course, they have a girl in Galwyddel they'd happily marry you off to."

Long.

Pause.

"She's not bad looking, actually. Almost fifteen."

Melou? Is having way too much fun with this.

"Almost-" He stops, unable to continue.

Sulwyn would kill him.

Slice his balls off and kill him.

"Well, you gotta get married some time." He responds cheerfully.

"Yeah, but not now."

See Melehan flail. Flail, Mele, flail.

Melou shrugs.

"I did tell them I'd talk to you about it. I mean, they agreed to help us out. It's the least you could do."

He rubs the back of his head.

"Yeah, I guess. Girl have a name?"

"Eheubryd. King's youngest daughter."

"Right." He shakes his head, puts it away for another day. "Anything else happen?"

"Galwyddel said yes, Rheged all but laughed in my face. Oh, and Aunt Rhedyn sent you a blanket. She sent everyone a blanket."

Pause.

"I am kidding, Mele."

"Rheged's bitter because he never married Grandma Morgan."

The blanket comment is ignored.

Well, he'd meant about Eheubryd. He really does have a blanket.

"They're all bitter. Even the ones we're actually related to. But I guess we already know all Mam's siblings aren't that nice."

That got a little lost in translation.

"Yeah." He kicks the wall behind him. "Bitter, bitter, fucking bitter."

Oh well. If Melehan ever starts actually seriously considering it later, Melou will clue him in.

"Otherwise, pretty uneventful, which is good, I guess. No one tried to kill me, anyway."

He snorts.

"Always a good thing."

"Very." Melou agrees, shrugging his bags off his shoulder onto the floor.

"So. Anything exciting happen while I was gone?"

Melehan smirks.

"Sul's pregnant. See you around, boyo."

And he starts to wander off.

There's a moment or two of stunned silence.

"Wait, what? I wasn't gone that long."

And that's about the point where Melehan cracks up.

Melehan has a blanket thrown at him. Still folded, so it has some weight to it.

"Bastard." Somehow, it still manages to be said fondly.

"Oof. And if I am, you are, too."

He's still laughing, because Melou's expression?

Is something to be treasured.

Eventually, Melou will realize he deserved it. That moment, however, is not now.

"Whatever. I'm assuming that's a no, then? Nothing I need to worry about?"

"She's not, else you'd probably still hear her yelling at me."

He just shakes his head. He doesn't want to think about it!

"And in more general terms of the castle as a whole?"

"We're all here and accounted for...whatshis name broke a leg, trying to get to Gwen's window, but apart from that it's all normal."

"Serves him right." Melou snorts. "Good to hear you all haven't fallen apart without me."

"Falling apart with you is much more fun. You need sleep?"

He snorts again.

"I bet. And yeah, I do. Figured I should at least acknowledge you first, though." He grins.

"Naturally. See you tomorrow, Mel."

"Unless I sleep through it." He agrees and then picks up his bags, continuing to his room.

The blanket stays behind. It is Melehan's, after all.

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