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And this is the thing.
At some point during their touch-starved undressing and colliding, between open-mouthed kisses and scar-tracing and promises to skin, Imogen’s circlet had been removed as if it were another garment – uncharmed non-magical and not requiring attunement – tossed to the floor with the same ceremony as her boots and Laudna’s belt of bones and dead things in jars, except that wasn’t tossed that was given some sorta weird ceremony because of the glass and fragile marrow and Laudna spoke to the foetus like it would respond and maybe it has before-
Dammit ok not that route again bring it back Imogen
So the thing was – sorry, is - is that as they had, shall we say ‘physically’ settled into one another, so had her mind crossed the threshold back to its second home. It had been a while. At least, a lot had happened since she was last there.
And she hadn’t been there before when they were like this.
And she’s not certain how aware of it Laudna is.