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Fion gave a lopsided grin, hearing Meghan's remark about his bravery.
"You know, that's the first time I've heard someone label 'getting hit in the head' as 'bravery,' " he said. "Maybe I should take the scouting duty more often. I'll be decorated in medals of honor in no time at all!"
Ignoring this remark, Meghan leaned forward and whispered, ‘Sometimes I curse the ill luck that set me on this journey to the King. Honestly, I don’t know how I’ll stand up to an attack, if one comes my way. Sometimes I find myself thinking I’d just run off like when my little flock scatters at the first hint of danger.’
Fion blinked in obvious surprise. Meghan was... afraid? His mind tried to focus on what she had just said, but most of it refused to consider anything other than the throbbing at his brow.
"But it wasn't ill luck," Fion tried to say. "We're a Company; we'll watch out for each other." That's what he MEANT to say, but Meghan had already walked away to answer Brand's invitation. Now Fion was alone again.
He stared down into the murky depths of the tea. Apparently it was helping, the pain wasn't as bad as it had been. It was kind of the elderly healer (Leod, did he say his name was?) to help him. But that didn't mean that Fion trusted these people. They had practically bashed his brains out with that stone, and knocked Osmod from his horse. To top it off, Fion didn't know where his own horse had gotten off to; she was a skittish thing to begin with, and having Fion fall of the saddle must have frightened her. Those bedamned Wulfham Riders made him lose his only mode of transportation. He was just beginning to like that sneaky nag, too.
And now they were inviting his friends for dinner. "Pay no mind to the fact that we just ambushed your leader and scout; Why don't you have some tea and biscuits with us? We'll have a grand party, while little Fion can slip into a coma in the corner over there." "Oh yes, that sounds lovely! We can munch on this deer carcass you left in the middle of the field for Who-Knows-How-Long!"
His mood dampening again, Fion put the tea down and shifted his weight. He looked back up, noticing Eostre standing by her horse. She was silent, as usual.
"What do you make of all this?" he asked her.
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