Enedacilwen took the glass. She placed the small glass to her rosy lips and took it down with one sip.
"Thank you, Miss Primrose. But no, I do not require much, a room to sleep in, that is about it. Oh, and I will need a horse in the morning, do you know where I can find one? Mine is, well, gone."
Enedacilwen wiped a tear from her eyes as she thought of Mialyn. Her horse, Mialyn, was a mre, of a dappled grey color. She had been her faithful mount for, oh, a many odd years, but she had passed during the a cold night, about 3 days previous. Enedacilwe set the glass back down on the table, and pushed it closer to Primrose's hand, signaling for her to take it, that she was done.
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