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[baetiful]

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[illuminescent]

Well.

Should you find a need for some additional forces, De Chima is most happy to help you, sir.

[She tilts her head up just a little. Lord Baelish.]

I cannot help what his Grace said to me. As you know, very little is private in matters of poltics.

[baetiful]

Oh, I do not believe politics has anything to do with it, Your Grace.

[ There's a crinkling of amusement behind his eyes and he pours himself a cup of tea. ]

These are matters of the heart that loosen his tongue to you.

[illuminescent]

Oh, my lord, you're far too much of a flatterer! I think you have a higher idea of my beauty than is true.

[She genuinely....does not realize.]

[baetiful]

Oh no, my queen. I simply see the look behind his eyes when he speaks of you. It's unmistakable. He is a good man. A bit serious and stoic, but those Starks often are. It would do him well to have your friendship.

[ And probably more. He knows how these young romances seem to go. They work out for everyone except Baelish himself!!! ]

[illuminescent]

Ah, well. Of course, we should be friends.

[That's for certain. Lucy won't even consider any more.]

[baetiful]

I am glad to see you forming connections with those of us from Westeros. Your presence is a bit of summer sun against the winter chill from home.

[illuminescent]

Well, they are most comforting as friends!

[Because they're more like her in terms of knowledge than they are like those who come from this land.]

But, this is not a productive line of discussion. And so: I must insist that you have my support, on measures of increased health and safety, at your discretion, my lord.

[baetiful]

I do appreciate your kindly offer. And should there ever come a time when I have need of it, I will certainly call on your aid. Is this all you wished to discuss, Your Grace?

[illuminescent]

Unless you have a matter to bring up?

[baetiful]

[ He shakes his head and rises to his feet to see her out. ]

Only that you be careful, sweetling. When it comes to those of us from Westeros, there are some dangerous sorts. As more and more of us keep porting in, I fear you may start to be swept up in personal family wars and politics.

[illuminescent]

Ah, of course.

Thank you for your care, Lord Baelish. I should be so hard pressed to find someone as considerate of my safety. Please.

Do not hesitate should you need things, and I will certainly take care, sir.

[She stands and takes his arm, carefully, but she's smiling softly the whole time.]