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Lys coloured as Elfthain looked down at his leg. He'd tried his best to make it seem less noticable, but it seemed he hadn't done the best job.
"My leg? Oh, it will be fine. I have grown stronger and I don't need to rest as much. Hrethel the Healer has given me good strong boots too."
He looked up slowly at the boy, and knew he was curious. But he couldn't bring himself to tell him.
"I'll take you around past the kitchens first. The gardens are wonderful too. I would visit Hrethel, but he would be busy..."
Lys stepped away from the bench and tried to look like his limp bothered him as little as possible. He smiled.
"Really. It is nothing."
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