[Hephaestus' Place - Milliways Bar]

[princeinexile]

The prince has shown Harry Wells the place as best he can, but after that, he's prepped to go back. A good night's rest, a hot bath, some bonding with the old soldier.... It's a damn fine time for Zuko, really. Excellent recuperation. Some of the venison is wrapped and frozen, left as a thank-you for their generous if absent host, and Zuko finds himself in the forge, waiting on Wells.

He watches the Lava move behind the wall, quiet and he thinks on home, on the past, on -- a lot of things.

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[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Wells, for his part, is a little overawed by the place. The whole thing has the air of a cathedral where everyone in the congregation believes; you don't find that in England any more. Even if this place is only a private residence, it still has that feel to it, by his lights. There is no denying who lives here.

And while it is a fine thing, and a change from everything he's ever known his world's gods' places to be, it isn't the kind of thing a man can last in all that long. Not without wanting to come up for air.

So he follows Zuko's scent to where it disappears among the smell of greater fires, and ducks into the forge. "Are we good?" he asks quietly.

[princeinexile]

Zuko blinks at the noise and turns, offering a glance back at Wells. "I'm ready if you are," he says. "A hand on my shoulder, and we'll go back to the bar, when you give the word."

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Wells nods. "All right, then," he says. "I'm about ready, I think." There's a pause. "I wanted to thank you for this, Zuko."

He doesn't go into detail beyond that unless he's asked. More than that would likely embarrass them both.

[princeinexile]

The prince just smirks at him, as his hands come up and slides the ring off his finger and lets the magic take them back to Milliways...