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[Ty has a scowl on his face when he makes this video, rocking back and forth again in that self-soothing manner as he pointedly does not look at the screen. He's hugging his arm to his chest tightly, knuckles white, and his free hand is held uselessly in the air, at least a dozen small bleeding cuts all over it as he makes squeezing motions with his fingers. He cringes as he does it, looking tense and distressed, but he doesn't stop the movement.]

The library here is pointless. You can't read any of the books. I wanted to find the Sherlock Holmes stories, but it doesn't have them. It doesn't even have a cookbook. I need a cookbook. I don't know how to cook, and I don't want to eat toast anymore, and the stove didn't make the macaroni right. The microwave only makes things explode.

I went looking for animals, and there aren't any I can find in the city. All the animals in the tunnels are big and mean. There aren't any nice animals. All the tunnels lead you right back here. Whoever made the tunnels like that, it isn't funny or nice.

[Ty takes in a deep, trembling breath and lets it out once he's gotten that little tirade over with, then goes back to why he's making this video in the first place.] I need a cookbook. And instructions for the stove.

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You can, but it's not necessary. I'm free all day, and tomorrow as well. Choose a time, and I'll be glad to meet you.

[Shaking his head.] There are a few other groups from the same worlds, I think. But many of us come alone, as well.

If the animal ain't used to people, just existin' is sometimes enough to scare it. [At least that's what she told herself about the birds back home.]

He found me. [She keeps the feed on the cat, but her hand appears in the frame to stroke his back.] He's from home. Came in same time I did.

You must be very old.

Why is it called Sorrow's garden? [That doesn't seem like a good name for a place you can get food from.]

What language does he speak?

What would they help me with?

Just syrup. [Like Livvy's.]

I'll go now. [He really wants something else besides toast.]

Does it stay that way? If you don't show up with someone from your own world, will you never see them again?

Oh. [He looks a tiny bit disappointed he can't just go out and get one here himself.] Can I come see it?

I suppose I am, rather, even as my folk count it. I have, I think, seen some nine thousand six hundred or so years of the sun.

They can clean your hand and cover the cuts so you don't get an infection. They can help anytime you're hurt or sick and help to make sure you don't get sick. Some of them can help with non-physical pain.

Any special kind of syrup?

Then I will see you soon.

[And he'll be bringing a snack for the poor kid. Now what do the elves have in their cupboards, at the moment....]

Not at all. I can say from experience that none of my family came through the Door at the same time. And most of us, I think, hope to return home eventually. If it is within our power, we will make sure you do as well.

[She hesitates and starts to nod after a few seconds before realizing she's not on screen.]

I don't think he'd mind it. You can find your way to the lake, yeah?

I just need someone to make sure there isn't any glass in it. I can heal it by myself if there isn't. [He imagines they'll have to poke at it with tweezers, which makes him look unhappy. It's not the first time he's broken something and had to have his cuts checked though, but at least by now he's learned you shouldn't kick or hit the people trying to help you.

He's... also not very well versed in mundane medical practices, at least what's not related to violent crimes, so he's picturing something like the Silent Brothers... which is way off. The most of the people here probably don't use magical healing to get better if they're sick.]

But pain is physical. [He looks a bit bewildered about that part, and as for the last thing...]

Maple syrup.

[That gets him to relax a bit.] Good. I want to see my brothers and sisters again. Mark just got back and Helen might be coming back too soon.

[He looks positively delighted now.] Yes, I can find it.

I would like the same thing, in truth. I have not seen my siblings for a very long time, and sometimes when I see my cousins together I miss them a great deal.

[Huh, that seems a bit odd, unless perhaps his sister has been injured.] Are they coming back from the same place?

No. Mark was captured and was trapped in Faerie. Helen was exiled to a remote island. They're my half-siblings, their mother was a faerie. There was a war five years ago, and the faeries helped the enemy, so when we won the war, Helen was exiled and they didn't try to rescue Mark because the Council didn't care because they were half-faerie. [The more he talks about it, the deeper his frown gets.]

It's not fair - they didn't do anything wrong. They can't help who their mother was. But the faeries let Mark go and we made a deal with them that would allow Helen to come back home with her wife. There was going to be a Council meeting about it... but I was taken here before it started so I don't know what happened.

It would be good if Helen and Aline got to come back home. She's the oldest. Julian wouldn't have to do so much anymore. Mark's older than him but... [And here he looks like he's trying to understand something he just doesn't understand.] Mark can't.

They can clean the glass out of the cuts.

Not all pain. Pain can be emotional.

Very traditional. I like that.

Jazzy. I'll be waitin' there.

Alright. [He supposes he should go there... at some point.]

Oh. You mean something like grief? [He'd still argue that pain is only physical, but that's because he takes everything literally.

[Ty definitely wants to see the cat as soon as possible, so he immediately makes his way to the lake, looking up and down for someone approaching with a cat, bouncing on his feet with his hands fluttering at his sides in excitement.]

Yes, grief. Also things like PTSD, depression, anxiety.

Each god has it's.... thing. Hope brings back the dead, Delight is dumb with alcohol, Rage is the armory, Sorrow brought with him a shitty garden so Hope wasn't providing all the food and could put his energy to more important things.

[Girl comes up slowly, idly walking several feet parallel to the shoreline. A small black cat is following her, twisting between her legs. Girl lifts a hand for Ty when she sees him, nodding down at the cat.]

He here is. [She nudges the cat forward with the foot, the creature stubbornly deciding to sit down.] Might need to coax out his attention.

[Ty gives one of his rare bright smiles, sitting down so he's more at the cat's level and holding a hand out invitingly for it to sniff.] What's its name?

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