randomplaces | World Outside Time: Jubilee four days later

Jubee slowly made her way down the hall in the bright yellow ball gown that Anmut had put in her closet. She smiled at herself in a mirror, her hair was pulled back into a small bun that she'd made, she felt almost like a princess, except the fact that she was limping and leaning heavily on the wall, moving stiffly and occasionally tripping and whimpering.

And now she was lost, though in a good way. It was cool, just like a fairy princess' castle, full of lots of cheerful, bright little things. the furniture even talked and moved, nd took care of her when Anmut had to leave. She'd had to convince the wardrobe to let her in to get the dress, by saying she'd just leave anyway but she didn't want to walk around in her sleeping gown.

The paths and halls were winding and there were tons of them, and she was compeltey turned around, and had wanted to be back before Anmut had found out she'd snuck out when she was supposed to be in bed.

On the front of her dress clung Steve, who was more or less sleeping, just hanging like a brouch from her front.

She suddenly came to a wide, stone hall that had less furniture but more paintings, and she smiled.

"Hello," she called, and her voice echoed down and then back at her, and she smiled again, limping down and feeling like she was loosing herself as well as her way. It was nice.

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He started and stared toward her with wide eyes, then struggled weakly. "@#$^& it woman, put me down."

"I... I cannot," said Anmut faintly. "I... don't feel vell."

The suit of armor gave an unhappy rattle at that and gently set Jubilee down propped against the wall, then turned and hurried back inside.

Jubee winced, curling around herself, then looked up and him.

"You're... awful... you know that?" she gasped as she whimpered and clung to the wall. "Really."

The suit of armor returned with a light rope, which it held out and seemed to watch as the slender cord uncoiled itself and reached shakily toward Sir James, who caught it. The armor quickly reeled them in and set them on the ground, only to clatter in dismay as both Sir James and Anmut collapsed.

"What?" Sir James whispered again, staring disorentedly up at the 'sky'.

She hold her chest tightly, and shook her head, looking away and starting to cry silently.

"Joy...." Sir James groaned and pulled himself to his feet, then staggered over to collapse to his knees next to her and lean against his hand, panting heavily.

She turned and burried her face in his front, shoulders shaking as she cried, her arms going around him.

He collapsed onto his side and rolled partly onto his back, holding her close. "I have ye, lass, dinnae cry." A groan forced itself out of him as he tried to remember what had happened. "I have ye..."

She sobbed into his chest, feeling at last the warm comfort that only a Wolvie hug could give her.

"Don't do that again. That's so mean t' me n' Anmut, please Wolvie, don't do it again!"

World Outside Time: Jubilee four days later

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