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[dewdrop-pebbles.livejournal.com]

[Heavy with weariness.]

To those who offered aid earlier...thank you. I have found Jote and she is now resting.

[She's seated at a table in the restaurant below the inn, hands curled around a steaming cup of tea. There's a map in front of her, and she's technically staring at it, though her mind seems to be elsewhere. Her shoulders are slumped a little and she's looking a little morose. Guilt will do that.]