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Curnen had been at the inn for nearly six weeks, and in that time she'd had her good days and her bad. Most of the time she remembered to walk upright and speak clearly, and on the best days she remembered songs. Not many, and often with a line or two she had to fudge, and she still couldn't play worth a damn, but she was slowly remembering words to standards she'd known for longer than most of the people around her had been alive.

It was time to try again.

In the lobby and the bar she knew that for the fifteenth the welcoming committee was getting into place to set any newcomers straight on the workings of the Madonna Inn. She too was getting into place, but for a very different reason.

Perched on the roof, Curnen lifted her head to the sky and began to sing.

I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
A-traveling through this world of woe
But there's no sickness, toil or danger
In that bright land to which I go

This time she felt the magic take hold as the song lifted up and floated out on the wind, calling out to Rob. She knew that at least some people here would sense what she was doing, would know what she was, but she didn't care. Not enough. While she still had not told anyone about her true nature, she was sure at least a couple had guessed. And there was so much less incentive here to do so. She was surrounded by wizards and beings who like herself were not human at all.

So she sang, her voice bright and clear like a bell. A beacon.

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It should probably have been disconcerting, that reminder Curnen was other, but seeing that flash of who and what she was, and that she'd shown it to him based only on his word he knew her, felt good.

"That was... I don't know, weeks before we met, at least. And months since. But yeah, you told me about taking his singing voice. I can't imagine an asshole who deserved it more."

It was only his word, but it felt right. After she had been cursed for so long, most of the Tufa didn't even remember her. That someone from clear on the other side of the country knew her, well.

Curnen had all of time to play in if she wanted.

She nodded, and she was just a girl again. "Thank you," she said quietly.

"Any time," Coby assured her with a grin.

"So. Stuck?"

Curnen nodded, pulling herself at least superficially back together. "It's just the hotel, and whatever's four hours out all 'round. And like fifty people. They've got a room for you already, prolly. That's what it was like for me."

Okay, that was unexpected. But so was everything since he grabbed his shit from Brion's van. So he had a room. Wouldn't be the first time there'd been some bigger purpose behind events in his life, whether he could see what it was or not.

"I should maybe see about checking i-" he trailed off mid-thought as another intruded.

"I can't remember, and you were kind of fuzzy about time sometimes. Are The Eagles one of those gaps in your musical education?" He'd had fun once, introducing her to Eric Clapton, before he knew the truth behind why she had those gaps.

Curnen blinked at him blankly, unable to summon anything to go with the name and less able to find a lie. "I guess so," she said. "Anything after the sixties is..." she shrugged.

Coby gave a little nod. He'd kind of expected that. Besides, "If you knew them, you'd have known why I asked. I can play you the whole thing later, if you want, but...

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face.
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year you can find it here

"There's more that seems to fit, and more I'm really hoping doesn't." But knowing Coby's life... maybe better he didn't think about it that way.

"Candle or not, wanna show me the way?"

That got a little smile out of her, and she jerked her head before turning toward the door. "Yeah. C'mon, let's get you a room."

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