Bethberry looked at Birdie's face. It wasn't flushed; she didn't have a fever. Perhaps this was something best discussed between friends.
Indeed, I think you are right, Holly. It's best for you two to talk between yourselves. Naaramare, will you join me for breakfast? I, for one, would really relish some fresh coffee and hot buns with jam.
Naaramare and Bethberry wound their way down the hall and staircase to the Great Hall, where breakfasts, both light and hearty, first and second, were served. Afterwards, Bethberry was grateful for a bath which drove away the last vestiges of sleepiness. She hoped there was time for a quiet walk to the Brandywine before Gandalf's meeting with the Ranger.
[ July 26, 2002: Message edited by: Bethberry ]
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