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[ As Jojen knows that his sister and charge are both here, but not where, or exactly how this odd locket might function... well. He's managed to figure out how to keep it to the court he's found it in, and so the Seelie court will get a look at a sickly young boy, who regards the trinket with a quiet sort of interest. It seems to be working, which means that he can speak with an entire world in an instant. ]

Curious place, this Drabwurld. A place of magic and strangeness that would be best suited to the old songs, yet it's very much alive here. I would ask for what sort of people have been brought here, and what tales they bring with them, but another time perhaps. There's to be a hunt, for many, and I would wait for it to end before I sought out such things.

Happy hunting, to those that seek to try.

[ A faint twitch of a smile, there and gone. ]

Though I don't suppose you'll be joining the hunt, will you, Meera? I would very much like to see you, and dear Bran, as soon as possible. There is someone here who would be kind enough to take me to you, but there lies a small problem in this.

[ Enigmatic as always, he's sure that his sister will know what said problem is, or at least be able to figure it out. ]

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[ Indulging Meera, but also indulging himself a little in her familiar contact, Jojen allows her to look him over and hold the hug for as long as she wants. There's such a limited number of people that he'd ever allow to hug him, or even touch him in general, but he'll never question it when Meera reaches out to him for whatever reason. This is his sister, his guardian. ]

I am fine. [ There's a tease in his voice, though, rather than complaint.

And then he huffs when his hair is ruffled even more. Zhaneel seems to take enjoyment out of messing with his hair, alternating between smoothing it out or making it even more unruly. He just reaches up to smooth her feathers down at her shoulder. ]

Still, you've been good to me - to both of us, by helping. [ And he looks at Meera, taking in her features, before he reaches up and pinches a bit of her hair between his thumb and forefinger. ] A bit, isn't there?

[Meera knows he said he was fine, but with how bad off he truly was, she can't help but worry. He still has some recovery left, and she's even more grateful to Zhaneel. Her eyes only leave Jojen when she is sure he will not evaporate into thin air or that she is sure he will not collapse from the fever he once had. That is when she smiles back up at the griffin. It still means a lot that she has offered to help her brother.]

It is still something I am grateful for. If ever you have a need for something, please call on me. My lady is generous and the Keeper of the city Cothromach, where we are headed. You are also welcome, of course.

[At the talk of how similar they are, she still smiles back. Their father would be proud, she thinks.]

It is hard deny he's my kin for better or for worse. [She can tease Jojen just as easily, more so for being with him has brightened her spirits ten fold.]

[Watching the exchange between the siblings, Zhaneel can see just how close they really are. She glances at Jojen as he speaks and then to Meera, thrumming low in her chest.

When Meera says that he is welcome to join them in Cothromach, she brightens, ears flicking forward.]

I would like that... I've never been and Jojen had only good things to speak of you and the others there. [Of Bran, anyway.] I should like to keep an eye on this one to make sure he settles in. [She glances sidelong at Jojen, her expression warm.]

But to see a new place and stretch my wings a bit would be a good change of pace, I think.

[ Leaning his weight into his walking stick, cheek against the wood, Jojen offers his sister another fleeting smile in response to her worries. He knows he's still not looking the best that he could, but the fact that he's feeling more like the did when they first set off with the young Starks is a testament already. He's not sure what it is, but it's just... better. ]

I imagine it could, truly, be worse than it is.

[ Amused, though it's more muted than it would be with anyone else, he shifts his attention over to Zhaneel, just in time to watch her ears flick. He can't help it, everything about her is fascinating. ]

Truthfully, I would be glad to have you there. And I am sure that the others would, as well - Bran, especially. The skies seem particularly welcoming, from what I could tell.

The Keep is not far, to the east. Jon Snow had a fairy ring put in place for us to travel back and forth. [Poor Bran had to hitch a ride with someone to get himself there right as war was ready to break out.]

Though the skies have been bright since the battle, and I do not see it changing any time soon. [Not when they kept the Unseelie troops out of her lady's city.]

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