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[Late at night, in somewhat sloppy but very feminine cursive.]

If we're immortal, will we stay immortal when all this is over? If it's not already - and then things have stayed the same.

Unless we leave the city, but that border's already changed.

[Because her most recent echo brought her back to Siiri's thought that they might have been immortal, and that (eventually) lead her to thinking about being immortal where her friends and family are mortal.

It's not a pleasant thought.]

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[A while after this post, there is a gentle knock at Åsa's door. It's loud enough to be heard yet not loud enough to wake her should she be asleep. Obviously the person has a key or they wouldn't have gotten into the building, but ....

well, Siiri will come in and just camp out on the sofa until the morning if Åsa is already asleep, but if she's still awake she doesn't want to enter without a come-in from the other woman.]

[The knock comes as a surprise, and Åsa hesitates, glancing towards the door. She sets her sketchbook aside, and then pads over, almost silently, to peek through the spy hole. Even more surprised (although perhaps she shouldn't be) she steps back, and then spends a moment fussing over her hair, tugging her night shirt down to cover more of her shorts and hopefully some of her legs too. Åsa isn't one for much makeup, but this will be the first time that Siiri hasn't seen her with any, ready for bed but unable to find sleep.

Taking a deep breath, she opens the door and offers Siiri something of a smile.] I hope you don't have anything to do tomorrow. [Come in, though. Åsa reaches out without saying anything more, wrapping one hand around Siiri's wrist and pulling her in through the door. Partly because she doesn't like standing in the door in her nightclothes, and partly because she wants the closeness right now.]

[She does, but who cares?

And she'll barely let the door close behind her before pulling Åsa against herself, wrapping around her as if trying to shield her from everything that their echoes might do.

She's not even taking her shoes or coat off.]

[It's too comforting not to give into the hug, her arms loosely wrapping around Siiri's waist and her face tucked in against her neck. If she does have to face this, at least she doesn't have to face it alone.

She'll stay there for a while, unwilling to move, until it becomes uncomfortable to be still when she reluctantly pulls away a little. Not too far, though, only far enough to start helping Siiri out of her coat.] Do you want a drink? [She'd offer coffee, but it's too late for that even for her. Still. Let her be selfish a while longer. Stay with her. it's going to be another sleepless night anyway.]

[Siiri lets go reluctantly and when, she does it reluctantly, her hands lingering on the other woman just a bit longer than they should. Not because she likes touching her, likes being close this time, though that is no less true; but because she worries. Why would Åsa have asked that question this late in the night if not for something being up?

But she has to let go not only to take off the coat but also to take off her shoes, and while she won't put them away as neatly as she normally would, it still takes a moment of separation.]

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