[ It takes Dick a few days. Partly because he doesn't sleep there in that room, not ever, and partly because the mystery itself requires a little groundwork. It's groundwork that's interrupted two-fold by the flood and then the whirlpools, and by the time all the pieces finally click together Rue's flowers are dried and wilting. Once he knows for sure what they are he finds himself staring for a few minutes anyway, a tiny smile stealing across his face. Then he tucks them back into his belt.
He owes someone an apology.
Sometime early evening, once the water's receded enough to allow for reentry, Rue might spot a shadow by her window, followed by a light, almost tentative tap on the glass. ]
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He owes someone an apology.
Sometime early evening, once the water's receded enough to allow for reentry, Rue might spot a shadow by her window, followed by a light, almost tentative tap on the glass. ]