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“Always,” Wessex replies to Amun as he enters, flashing him a relieved grin. Whether she acknowledged it enough or not, his presence lately has been both immensely helpful and welcome. As for how she’s doing… rather than completely deflect, she shrugs. “Keepin’ on. We lost Mabel and Evelyn. I’m worried about half a dozen things, and feeling rather helpless despite, you know, being powerful.” Pausing briefly to consider what she’s just said, she shrugs again. “So, not terrible. Been better.” The front door opens and she hears Daphne welcome Oliver, so instead of continuing the conversation aloud, resumes it mentally. “You?” Gesturing to Oliver to indicate that she should help himself to the food if he wants, and then Bastien is there and they might as well dive right in. “I don’t think any of us have,” Wessex responds with a look around the table. “And that’s fine right now, it’s one of the things we need to talk about. But no, no descriptions of Order members yet.” Flipping back to her notes, she looks to Amun and Oliver first. “I know about the others, was your orb set?” Because as long as that part is done, they can focus their abilities on the other part of the task. And if it was slash is in the process of being completed, then Wessex will nod and move on. “Let’s come back to the Order, that might be a more lengthy discussion. So, LongNight - we all know the endeavor we’re undertaking this year. I want everyone who lives in and around the settlement out. There is no option to stay this year. We will send them to Torchline, which I’m in the process of making sure is all right with Sunjata. Probably the younger Ascended too, if we can. I find it hard to believe the Voice will require them to be out at night if they’re in the utmost danger.” And they can’t really afford to lose anyone else, can they? “However, I do still think we need to do some preparations. Thoughts?” WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here