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May's stint of overflowing only lasted two nights. Something about the change in context, though, about staying with Sasha instead of Douglas, made everything feel tenuous, delicate. Ioan found it difficult to sleep on the padded cot that she'd added to the tent, and eventually, she must have grown tired of hearing em toss and turn (and perhaps mumble to emself), for she sleepily climbed out of her own bed and into eirs, curling up with em after confirming that it was alright.

Unexpected, perhaps, but by then ey was too frustrated and exhausted to think of anything else. The added comfort certainly worked in getting em to sleep, to the point where ey slept in until a ray of sun, creeping slowly, fell across eir face and warmed em awake.

Sasha had apparently woken up earlier in the morning and snuck away, as there was a lukewarm cup of camp coffee sitting by the edge of eir bed and no skunk to be found.

Ah well, at least the coffee was good (if gritty) and ey felt better rested than ey had before.

Ey met up with her at the shore of the lake where they talked for a bit, though it was clear that she was antsy to head out into the woods on her own, so ey eventually shooed her off, to which she bowed gratefully and said, ``My notes are on my desk. If you get bored, I would appreciate your feedback.''

Ey spent the rest of the abbreviated day reading through what she'd written, making a mental list of ideas and suggestions to pass on to her when things were a little less hectic.

That night was much the same, with the two of them talking until it was well and truly dark, then settling into their own beds until sleeplessness led to them curling together in one.

A ping from May shortly after sunrise woke em, and the jolt startled Sasha awake as well.

``Uh, sorry,'' ey mumbled, extricating eir arms from around her. ``May pinged.''

Sasha levered herself up and squinted out into the orange and pink of dawn. ``How is she up before me?'' she grumbled.

``Probably because she got good sleep and I kept you up being a mope.''

She shrugged noncommittally, yawned. ``Slept well enough later on, at least. Did she say anything?''

Ey shook eir head. ``No, just a ping. No real urgency, though. Surprised I didn't sleep through it.''

``You are appropriately keyed to her, dear. I would be surprised if you did.''

``Mm, fair enough,'' ey said, grinding the heels of eir palms against eir eyes. To May, ey sent a ping in response, plus a subvocalized, ``\emph{You okay?}''

``\emph{Better, yes,}'' came the reply. ``\emph{I am feeling quite bad about sending you off like that. Not about waking you up, though. You sound cute when you are groggy.}''

Ey snorted, shook eir head. ``Yeah, she's fine,'' ey said.

Sasha surprised em by joining em on the trek back to the house, saying only, ``I have been worried, as well.''

May greeted them at the balcony with steaming mugs of coffee. She declined a hug, stating that she felt gross, but did at least press her nose to Ioan's, and then to Sasha's cheek.

``Thank you for giving me some space,'' she said. ``I was not expecting the both of you, but I am happy to see you two all the same.''

``Of course, May. I'm just happy to see you doing better. Or happier, at least. You look a mess.''

She scoffed and gestured a paw down at herself. ``I look perfectly fine, thank you very much.''

``You look a mess, dear,'' Sasha confirmed. ``You need a shower, a change of clothes, and perhaps another four hours of sleep.''

May sighed, nodded. ``I do at that. All the same, the wave has crested and gone, and now perhaps I can relax enough to do so. Coffee first, though.

They settled on deck chairs for Sasha's sake and focused on said coffee for a bit, watching the dawn. It was good to be back to coffee that didn't require straining out the occasional percolated ground through one's teeth.

``Are you two okay?'' May said at last.

``Tired, but that's easily fixed. Looking forward to a real bed tonight.''

Sasha poked at eir knee with a dull claw. ``The tent beds are not \emph{that} bad.''

``No, they're fine, but they still pale in comparison to our bed.''

``Well, yes, I will admit that.''

May looked between the two, then laughed. ``I take it this setup worked for me taking some space?''

Ioan shrugged. ``Well enough, sure. It's nice to have another option that isn't just crashing at Douglas's.''

``It was fine, dear,'' Sasha added. ``If ever either of you need some space, feel free to kick the other down to the tent and I will make it work.''

``I am glad,'' May said. ``Earnestly. Ioan was such a solitary creature that I did not ever picture having neighbors when I moved in all those years ago. It is nice to have a friend close by.''

``Aren't all of your friends equally close now that--''

Sasha cut em off, shaking her head. ``Ioan, do you remember how I said that I feel others' presence around me like a weight on my shoulders?''

Ey nodded.

``I think it is rather like that, though do correct me if I am wrong, May. Even when I am hiding away in my tent, I am still more present than a friend out of sim is.''

``Basically,'' May said. ``Never mind one who knows me so intimately now.''

Sasha nodded, hesitated, then said, ``On that note, are \emph{you} okay?''

``I\ldots well,'' she began, sighed, and shook her head. ``I am upset, and I am disappointed that I am upset. I was so ready to be done with hatred, but I am stuck with yet more of it. Hatred from In Dreams, hatred of Zacharias, hatred in myself. More than the experiences with In Dreams and Zacharias, that feeling is what led to the past few days of tears. I thought that I was done.''

``I understand. While I am thinking of it, I would like to talk with you about Zacharias at some point --- nothing serious, just strategizing future meltdowns of his. Ioan said he kept trying to force merges on you just to get your attention.''

May winced. ``Ugh, yeah. I have never felt something so intensely\ldots I do not know. It felt like a violation of my personal space on a subatomic level. What were you thinking?''

Sasha tilted her head. ``Now? I was going to suggest in a few days time, once you were feeling better.''

``Why not? I am already a mess, I am already thinking about him, and after this, I would like more than `a few days time' completely disengaged from the topic.'' She giggled, adding, ``Besides, the more I have to dump on Sarah the next time I see her the better, right?''

``I do not think it works that way, but I am not so much of a brat as you.'' Sasha finished her coffee, set the mug down with a sense of finality, and nodded. ``Well, I suppose I am awake enough. If you do not mind, Ioan, may I steal your partner for a little bit longer? I would like to keep this first discussion between us, though I will ensure that you remain caught up. There is some\ldots history behind this she should know.''

``Are you up for forking, May?''

She hesitated, then shook her head, pushing herself up from her chair to step around behind eirs. She bent down to hug around eir shoulders from behind, cheek pressed against eir own. ``I cannot cope with conflicts right now. I cannot yet work in parallel.''

Ey rested eir cheek against hers and frowned down to eir coffee for a few moments, sighed, then nodded. ``Alright, but I get the May for the rest of the day, okay?''

They both laughed.

``Of course, Ioan,'' Sasha said. ``If you would like some company out on the balcony or something, I have no such compunctions about forking.''

Ey felt May nod against eir cheek. ``I am not pushing further solitude on you, my dear. Take some coffee and breakfast with you. I do not imagine we will be all that long.''

Still cognizant of her saying that she felt gross, ey patted one of her paws and turned eir head enough to kiss her on the cheek. ``Alright, that sounds good.''

Ey pulled together a breakfast of rolls to go along with a thermos of coffee, got one more nose-press of a kiss with May, and stepped back outside with an instance of Sasha.

The house had been set up on a portion of the slope that was turned a little toward the west for sunset views, meaning that the sun was not yet hitting the balcony. Autumn had gotten chilly enough at night, though, that they decided instead to walk down to the boulder lakeside, which would almost certainly be in full sun, even if it was less comfortable than the deck chairs.

They sat in silence, drinking their coffee and eating rolls with butter and honey.

``Do you think you'll stay, Sasha?'' Ioan said, once the rhythm of the silence made room for conversation.

``I am too much myself to say that I will stay forever, but as long as my room and tent are there, as long as you and May are comfortable with me being a part of your lives, I will be happy to call it home. Or at least \emph{a} home.''

``Really? No bigger and brighter things?''

She laughed and leaned over to touch her nose to eir cheek. ``This \emph{is} bigger and brighter things, Ioan.''

``Well, I'm sure we'll talk about it plenty, but I see no reason not to keep your room about, and your tent's certainly no trouble. I don't know what you overflowing will look like, but if it involves two thirds solitude and one third getting lost walking sims, I don't imagine you'll be around all the time.''

``Not at all, no. I will spend my share of time at the tent to be alone or out walking the world. Perhaps I will even ask you to double the rest of the house so that I can cook somewhere domestic, not just the wild.''

``Of course.'' Ey shrugged, tossing one of eir collected pebbles into the lake. ``Besides, I like having you around.''

``I am pleased to hear that. I had gathered such, but all the same, I would not want to be a bother.''

``Oh, not at all. It seems like we're all pretty good at sorting things out when they do come up, so I don't imagine it'll get to that point.''

``And I am not impinging too much on your and May's relationship?'' she asked, holding out her paw for one of eir pebbles. ``I am asking her, too, and we will continue to talk together, but I also want to ask you directly.''

Ey smiled, handing over the small rock. ``I don't think so. So long as we can still have time to ourselves when we need, I'll be happy.''

She tossed the pebble out into the water. ``Of course, dear.'' After a pause, she grinned and added, ``She is gushing about you now. She loves you very much, you know.''

Ioan chuckled. ``I love her too. I worry sometimes, but all I can do is trust her.''

``Yes. She will not betray that trust. I know to an extent just how much she means to you and to a much greater extent how much you mean to her.''

They sat in quiet for a while, tossing pebbles into the water until ey ran out.

``Hey Sasha?''

``Mm?''

``Do you miss anything from before all this?''

She shrugged. ``It is hard to tell. As I have said, I liked being True Name. It was fulfilling. Every time I think about that now, though, it is intercut with memories of other happinesses. I will think about some particularly adroit political move and remember it fondly, but right along with it is a memory of a successful hunt or of making fun of you for your pen collection.''

Ey laughed.

``In confidence?''

``Sure.''

``Do you remember when I asked May about how she cemented aspects of her personality by forking?''

``Mmhm.''

``There was one more change that I made during that meeting, which was to cement this triad of identities within me. It became who I am by accident, but it has become an integral part of me. I welcomed it in, owned it, made it a part of myself. I will ever be what I am.''

``Really? You're okay staying in three parts?''

``I am. I am happy to. I am \emph{excited} to. There is something pleasant about the just-off-center nature of that reality. It is home to me. I am Sasha, and I am also True Name, E.W., and May. I am of three minds.''

``So long as that works for you.''

``I think it will. It is a way to be earnestly myself.''

Ey nodded. ``And I'm guessing you don't miss the social part of that life too much? Jonas or Zacharias or the rest of your stanza.''

She poked at eir side with a claw. ``You do not need to ask stupid questions, Ioan.''

``Right, right,'' ey said, laughing. ``I figured no love lost, but--''

``I did not love any of them, as friends or otherwise,'' she said, waving away the rest of eir comment. ``Now that I have known other kinds of love, I am confident of that.''

Her tone wasn't upset or dismissive, but was assertive enough that ey dropped the point. ``Well, writing sounds like a good career shift, then.''

``Says the writer,'' she said, slouching against eir side.

``I liked what you've gotten down so far, and I have a few notes. We'll talk about it when we're back at a desk, though.''

``Of course. I will be leaning on you a lot for help.''

``I mean, you're leaning on me now.''

``Smartass,'' she drawled.

Ey grinned. ``I mean, no complaints. It's still a little surprising, sometimes. I guess on some level I'm still getting used to it, but May got me hooked on physical contact a long time ago.''

``A coordinated attack on your defenses, yes,'' she said. ``It makes my job easier.''

``What job?''

``Just finding a way to stick around friends. Nothing nefarious, dear.''

Ey shook eir head. ``Right, sorry. I trust you.''

``I agree with what May said, Ioan. Should I want anything beyond that, I will come by it honestly. I will not manipulate my way into anything.''

``I appreciate that.'' Ey hugged an arm around her. Ey was grateful for her looking out at the lake rather than at em, given the heat ey could feel rising to eir cheeks. ``While we're being honest, though, I think we're sort of in the same boat, given what you share with May. We can both imagine that, but not necessarily the path from here to there. May called it `the concept versus the mechanics'.''

``Precisely. I imagine the same applies to you, that you will come by it earnestly.''

Ey nodded. ``Basically. \emph{Is} it something you'd want?''

``God, I have no fucking clue, Ioan,'' she said, laughing.

``Definitely same boat, then. It's a problem for future Ioan.''

They fell into silence again. Part of em was itching for more pebbles to toss into the water, but ey was too comfortable to get up to collect more from the beach.

``That is a part of the reason that I kept that of my old cocladists,'' Sasha murmured. ``I kept some doubt from E.W., enough to keep me grounded without keeping me torn. From May, I am keeping a little bit of overwhelming emotions. The possibility of simply falling for everyone around me is alluring. I can taste it in the memories, like a little bit of saccharine, gritty on the tongue. But I am keeping a little bit of caution from True Name so that it remains a new thing for me. I am of three minds Like a tree In which there are three blackbirds.''

Ey turned her words over in eir mind, along with whatever snippet of verse it was she'd quoted. The thought was complete. Nothing ey could respond with would add to it. It was curious, and hinted at things beyond eir ken, but it was complete.

Instead, ey said, ``You're a good person, Sasha. All three of you are good people.''

``And you, dear, are a dork.'' She laughed. ``But come, my tail is falling asleep, and my fork's conversation with May has wrapped up and she misses you greatly.''

They walked back, then, hand in paw, following the trail as it dipped down to the water or ducked up into the trees. Back home, back to May, back to whatever it was that life had become.
