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Who: The crew of the Pathstone and possibly, you????
Broadcast: Maybe????
Action: The good ship Pathstone
When: First wave augment hyjinks.

[All aboard the Pathstone, where they really don't need their augments to make them any more screwed up than they are, but there you go.]

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[Another day, when his augment malfunction wasn't bringing out the worst of his melancholic and dramatic tendencies, Finrod might have provided a fine welcome to the most dysfunctional ship on the fleet.

But not today. Today, Jove will find him during her wanderings through the ship. On one of the moons, he'd picked up a harp and he was idly strumming it as she walked into his line of sight. Slowly, he stops picking at the strings and offers her a nod and a feeble smile.]

Should I wish you welcome, then? Are you to join our little crew?

[Well aren't you sullen. She stops where she is and turns to smile at him, glad to see a familiar face.]

I'll happily accept a welcome, and yes. It looks as though you'll be stuck with me.

[Just a little. But he'll pull himself together in the presence of a Lady, naturally.]

Oh, I would hardly phrase it like that. More that we are blessed with your presence. I fear it is you who are stuck with us. [He stands (and if she hasn't realized yet that he's tall, it should be readily apparent now)] Have you been given a tour?

[Blessed with her presence. She's just about to protest that, put as much distance between herself and any kind of hint of divine-ness that she can, but then he's standing and she's admittedly quite shocked. And she'd thought Solas had been tall for an elf.]

I- no, I haven't. If it wouldn't put you out, I wouldn't say no to one.

[Admittedly, he's a little surprised too. He knew she was short, but the difference wasn't quite so obvious until he stood. But it's not that shocking, he supposes. He and his family tended toward the abnormally tall side, even among other elves of Arda.

Without missing a beat, he sets the harp down and offers her his arm.]

It would be no trouble at all.

[And now she's even more uncertain because when has anyone ever done that, offered her their arm? Inevitably she thinks of Orlesians and their propensity for things like this, but this isn't nearly as insulting as it could have been in Orlais. So she just goes with it, as awkward as it feels to lay her hand on his arm. Maybe in time it will feel more normal? She'll hope that, at least.]

I can't imagine I'd be a burden on you too long, the ship does seem rather small.

You should not speak of yourself as a burden. But no, I do not think a tour should take long. We might skip the medical bay. [He gestures to it as they pass] You may use it if there is a need, but one of our crew, Emblica, has taken up residence there.

[She slows a little to try to get a good look inside, but ultimately just looks back up to Finrod.]

You make it sound like that's a reason to stay away.

Perhaps I intend to. Not because she is unpleasant, mind you. She is a child- a quiet, reclusive child, from what I have seen, and I do not wish to intrude upon her space unnecessarily.

It will take time and patience to earn her trust.

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