"Alright. I'll help you tidy up in the morning." He promises. "You'll probably want to get cleaned up. Sorry about that." He steps back to take her arm, to allow her to lead him to her bedchamber. "And I won't lie to you, I'm glad to find you somewhere with real bedding. Miruvor and I have slept rough most nights. I mean, I couldn't spare the coin because I had to pay for her." It might not be readily apparent that Miruvor is the name of the barley-colored mare.
In his defense, he'd gotten sidetracked from that particular conversation.
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Date: 2020-09-13 03:52 am (UTC)In his defense, he'd gotten sidetracked from that particular conversation.