"Stop this foolishness!" Elwyn cried, from where Bulvard lay, unconscious again. "Why does it matter who is in charge of him? I have been tending him since Tumnaooriel came to us and he took his first spell. All of this arguing makes no difference."
The warrior woman stalked up to the elf-maid. "And what would you know about my brother, elf? How dare you say what is best for him?"
Suddenly, Bulvard groaned again, sitting up and crying "Fiona!". Elwyn glared at Culloth and knelt beside him, running a cool hand over his brow. "Shhhh. Sleep. Everything's all right." she whispered. Bulvard reached up and covered her hand with his own, his eyes staring up at her but not really seeing Elwyn Arienwen. And he slept.
"That, Culloth, is how I know what is best for him. You may join our company and care for your brother, but I am a trained healer and he trusts me. Do not let your predjudice of elves hurt him."
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If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is "God is crying." And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is "Probably because of something you did."
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