[closed to Alcuin]

[neverfeltthatway]

[Armin's thoughts seem a little scattered, like most of his attention is elsewhere.]

Ah, Alcuin. Are you... busy right now?

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[neverfeltthatway]

Joscelin? [He doesn't really know the other boy well, yet. But he had mastered broadcasting on the psychic network nearly immediately, even though he had just gone through a major trauma. The lapse in focus necessary to allow something to slip through unintentionally - well, it didn't take a genius to figure out this woman meant a lot to him, and he had not expected to see her again.

The tone of his thoughts turns sympathetic and comforting.] Of course.

U-um... try not to worry. She's been through a lot, but I don't think she's in any immediate danger.

[willyousee]

[He's distracted, a powerful mix of emotion leaking down the link - alarm, love, fear, relief, grief, and an overwhelming sense of hope.]

Yes, Joscelin, he has to know. She is - was - is his ward, his charge, his--

[He doesn't have the time or the words to describe the complicated relationship of a Cassiline to his companion, and given what he suspects about Joscelin and Phèdre, it becomes even more convoluted. It gives him pause, though, and he realizes that he's not helping. An abundance of warmth and gratitude infuses a mental laugh.]

He's been looking for her for a long time. Thank you, Armin. This is truly wonderful news! If you would, don't mention me to her? She will not think to see me, or hear of me, and I would rather tell her myself.