driftfleet | [003 🐚 Action]

Who: Jeyne and YOU!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: S.S. Blue Fish
When: Feb 5th

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With the newly upgraded kitchen, it became important to Jeyne to improve her cooking and make an effort to create dishes that the rest of the crew could enjoy. While she was still struggling with meats, she had learned to bake without actually burning or under cooking her creations. Perhaps for the first time in all of her attempts, the kitchen was filled with the delicious smell of cookies. She grinned down at her work, nearly bursting with pride.

At the sight of a figure lingering in the doorway, she smiled up at them. "Would you like one?"

[Closed to Beverly]

After having seen to her chores and provided lunch for the crew, Jeyne finally acted on her impulse and made her way to the med bay. Beverly had promised long ago to help her and provide her answers that she needed. Fear had kept her away, not wishing to learn how cruel her mother could be, even to her own blood. Or frustration that, even though she had hope, she was wrong in her belief and truly was barren.

She forced away all thoughts as she found Beverly, wringing her hands nervously. "My lady?" She asked hesitantly, her heart racing in her chest. "Is this a poor time to ask a favor?"

[Closed to Robb]

Later in the afternoon, all of her work and spent attention had left her exhausted. Having retreated to the room she shared with Robb, Jeyne stretched out on the bed to nap. Her sleep was restless, filled with dreams and memories that always seemed to appear when Robb wasn't in bed beside her. The others had gone off to the system, stocking up on supplies and other things, but she found little need to leave the ship. All she needed, she had already.

Robb had been among those disembarking. By the time she woke, she hoped that she would see him in the room again, perhaps with something sweet for them to share.

She stirred as she heard the door shut. Sitting up in bed, Jeyne rubbed her eyes, surprised to see her husband with a sour look on his face. "Robb?"

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[She wiped her hands clean and moved to join him in the doorway, open concern written on her features. She hadn't seen him since his return, but she had worried for him.

The argument with Robb had lead her mind to drift towards Theon. She had tried to bury her feelings in baking, but seeing Theon only returned them to the forefront.]

Thank me? For what?

[ His spirits haven’t been raised terribly high, but he seems to be doing well enough. He’s had a great many things to dwell on: everything from Ramsay to Jeyne Poole and Asha. His mind has drifted to each and every subject at least a dozen times over the last month, but he’s getting there. He even manages a slight smile—closed mouth, of course. ]

The serum you gave me for my fingers. It’s helped a great deal. It felt more appropriate to thank you in person.

[She took hold of his hand, enclosing it between hers. However afraid and horrified she had been when she first saw him, she only now saw a man that she felt for and regarded as a friend.

Perhaps that was why she felt safe enough to break down in front of him, shaking her head.]

Forgive me. [She wiped at her cheeks.] If your fingers ache again, I have more to offer you.

[ He shakes his head, only jumping slightly as Jeyne takes his hand. The mental scars still run deep, but he seems to be making due. He relaxes quickly enough, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. ]

You left me with more than enough.

[ They seem to have reached a point of understanding one another. Theon only wishes they both hadn’t had to endure so much pain in order to get there. ]

They haven't ached as badly since, but I still feel them there sometimes. I've been told that such things aren't out of the ordinary.

[She needed that kindness. After the sharp words exchanged with Robb, she needed to feel that there was someone who understood. The others could offer sympathy, but Theon knew exactly why she feared losing Robb.]

It is common, I hear. I don't know how long that shall last, but they at least won't be stiff.

[She was glad that was better, it would allow her to treat the rest of him as well. Though there was nothing she could do for his teeth.]

Have you seen Robb at all?

Not since I returned here. He asked to see me, so I allowed it.

[ He shrugs. It had been a cordial meeting, but still not what Theon truly wanted. All he wants are the old days again. ]

Why? He hasn't left, has he?

[ The thought makes him feel sicker than it should. He isn't prepared to lose his old friend to death just yet. ]

No, not this place. He is still here as far as I am aware.

[Which should say a lot in itself.]

He doesn't want to see me anymore.

[She doesn't want to cry and inflict her sorrow on Theon, someone who suffered a great deal already. He is the only one though that could understand what she was feeling.]

I don't know what to do.

[ Theon harbors plenty of sorrow of his own, but he’s grown to trust Jeyne. If anything, he considers her to be one of the closest things he’s had to a friend in a long time. She and Sansa have both become people with whom he’s grown comfortable enough to share details he hasn’t told anyone.

He tilts his head slightly, looking somewhat puzzled by Jeyne’s words. That doesn’t sound like Robb. ]

Did he say that to you? Why?

[He is her friend, which is a strange given his past with Robb and her initial thoughts of him. What was more and far more important, he had become her confidant. The one who could fully understand what happened in her past.

She trusted him, which was no small thing.

She shook her head, sighing in exhaustion.]

He thinks I was untrue to him. He said he saw me about to kiss another man. That I confronted him about a fight we had. But... [She prayed he believed her.] I didn't do it, I wasn't there.

I don't know how it is possible...

[ Theon can’t recall a time when he’s had more than one true friend. He knows he had childhood friends, but he can’t recall names or faces. Afterwards, there was only Robb. He had gotten along well with others, but his status as a Greyjoy made it difficult to secure friendships in the North.

After all of that, he never would have thought that a Westerling would become one of his closest confidants. He listens to her with patience, furrowing his eyebrows in thought. ]

There was once a man on the Paisley who could take any form he wished. He wore my face on more than one occasion.

[ Ah, Loki. Not Theon’s favorite person, but he certainly isn’t comparable to Ramsay. ]

I believe him to be gone, but such abilities don’t seem uncommon here. Is there someone who may wish to cause you harm in such a manner?

[What he said seemed implausible, but it was the answer to so many of her questions. Someone who could take her form? It would be enough to fool Robb and lead him to believe that she was unfaithful.

The question seized her heart in a vice, her eyes turning murderous.]

There is someone, yes. Her body could shift and morph into other forms, but I never saw her take another's face. [Who else could it be, really?] She had threatened to kill me. This must be her work.

[She looked to Theon, relaxing her features.]

Robb won't see me and likely won't speak to me. Would you...[Gods, how could she ask this?] Would you tell him this? He needs to know that it is possible for another to assume a person's form. He might believe that what he saw wasn't me.

Theon, help me.

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