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About a day after the Mansion translator turns back on, Susan kisses Lancelot's shoulder and sits up to stretch some tightness from her limbs. Her hair, still damp from their shower earlier, falls against Lancelot's side in one big mass. "You're quiet today," she observes, brushing it out of the way. And unexpectedly biddable, but she shan't mention that as it's been rather a delightful surprise. "Is everything all right?"