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[queenofmay]

Many weeks of headache's had not led to their suddenly vanishing as Marian had long wished.

Instead it had led to an inevitable collapse after one of her classes.

She was flush with a high fever and nearly incoherent from the moment she'd fallen. It hadn't taken long for one of the medics in her new home to diagnose the problem. Her immune system, used to the troubles of a medieval British world, was not prepared to deal with a present era Britain, even a magical one.

They'd talked about magical cures, but the final decision had been that it would only be an option if the situation turned fatal. The illness wasn't looking deadly, simply hard because she'd never encountered anything of the like before. Given to run the course they said the immunity from her illness would serve her better if she was going to stay in Arch and visiting London Below.

The first few days were the hardest. She couldn't talk and she trashed, murmuring, sweating and being forced by someone she could hardly remember, except as a blur, to drink strange colored liquids.

The rest of the time was spent, somewhere in semi-lucid dreams or empty sleep, while her body recuperated. Exhaustion was semi-permanent for the course, but she had started looking better around the middle of the next week.

And it was then that Tom and Door had declared it safe for her to have other visitors.

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[smallestopener]

It's been a few days since Marian got sick. Ingress misses her.

So she slips into her room without mentioning it to anyone. She has a big bouquet of flowers; the flower sellers have an ample supply all year round in the Underside.

Of course this means she also slipped into the Underside without telling anyone, but that's okay. She got back just fine.

"Marian?"

[queenofmay]

Since it's been a few days, she's no longer as flushed or feverish as she was and her system isn't shutting her down to repair, her eyes opened slightly when the door opened.

At the voice Marian blinked, her lips forming a slow smile, as she reached up to brush her loose unruly hair away behind her.

"Hi, sweetheart."

[smallestopener]

"I brought you flowers," she says with a huge smile. Thrusting them before her, she approaches the bed.

"Are you feeling better?"

[queenofmay]

Marian pushed up from from her laying position, first slowly just in case the world swam, but it didn't this time, which she relished. She pushed her pillow up against her headboard and scooted up against it.

"They are quite beautiful," she said, simultaneously taking the flowers and patting the bed with her alternate hand for her to climb up if shed like.

"Yes, better. The doctor said I'm not sick anymore, just that my body is just regaining its strength now. Apparently--" she wiggled her nose and made a silly face. "--I can come back and be your evil mean teacher in a day or two."

[smallestopener]

She scrambles up to sit on the bed. "Oh good. I'm glad you're better. I missed you. You're not evil and mean, silly."

[queenofmay]

"I missed you, too," Marian said, with a bright smile at her response to the joke, reaching out to set the flowers down on her bed table after she'd looked over them.

"So, tell me, as I am sure you must know everything, being so small in a place so large," this was continued with a tiny smirk. "What has happened in Arch or Milliways in my absence?"

[smallestopener]

She shrugs.

"Not too much. No one's changed into animals or anything."

[queenofmay]

Marian looked quite confused.

"Into animals?"

[smallestopener]

"Yeah, a bunch of people turned into animals a little while. Even Le Chiffre. He was a weasel."

She giggles.

[queenofmay]

"Ah, Milliways," Marian said with a small laugh. "It does have the strangest goings on."

[smallestopener]

"I don't think Door likes to go there because of all the jokes. Tom doesn't mind them so much."

[queenofmay]

"Door doesn't like jokes?" Marian asked thoughtfully, remembering the few exchanges she'd had with Tom even during the amnesia period and how little she'd seen of his Lady wife.

[smallestopener]

"Oh, she loves jokes. We play them on Tom and on each other all the time. She just doesn't like the jokes at the bar that turn people into things and make them different."

[queenofmay]

"Ah," Marian aid affirmatively. She liked humor, not manipulation. That sort of opinion Marian respected rather well as adversed to her first confusion which might have meant no sense of humor.

"And you?" She reached out to touch the little girls blue hair. "What do you think of the hijinks of the bar?"

[smallestopener]

"I like on Hallowe'en when we get costumes. That's always fun. I was a dragon one year."

[queenofmay]

"There are costumes," Marian marveled in quiet amused fashion, even as she reached up to rub her tired eyes.

[smallestopener]

"Are you tired? I can go if you need to go to sleep."

[queenofmay]

"It seems to be a constant state," Marian said with some amusement, which couldn't help being lightly cheerful before the little girl being so considerate.

"It should hopefully all be over soon."

[smallestopener]

"That's okay. When you're sick, you have to sleep lots."

She leans over and gives Marian a hug. "I'll come back and visit if you're still sick tomorrow."

[queenofmay]

Marian hugged her back, and placed a kiss on her cheek.

"I will look forward to it."