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[technologist]

WHO: Daisy, Fitz
WHAT: Thedas 101
WHEN: Backdated to late Justinian
WHERE: Library + around the Gallows
NOTES: n/a

Fitz says thirty minutes and he's kind of close. The streets are quiet. So are the docks, and the ferry's obnoxiously slow — slower than usual. He reaches the library somewhere around the forty-five minute mark with the distinct look of someone who's been rushing without outright running, giving the tables and stacks near the front a quick once-over.

He spots her a few shelves back. Browsing or keeping busy while she waits, probably, but he doesn't take the time to clock whether she's currently got her hands full of books before he's stepping forward with a quick, "Daisy."

If the sweep of relief in his voice is anything to go by, the sight of her beats a detached voice over crystal. And they've done this too many times to count, this exact kind of relief and the reunions and the hugs that go with it — him one more than her, apparently, post-space — but it's already been another five months since on his end, so it's novel all over again.

Other things that are novel: he's a bit rough around the edges, hair dangerously close to too scruffy. Business casual's been traded in for local camouflage, all off white and dark fabrics and practical leather that's not far off from his Marauder get-up.