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"Thornden told me you received a letter this morning, and we’re both concerned that it bore you bad news. He’s gone to speak to Harreld about it, I think."
"I doubt he would gain anything from it," replied Ginna, glancing back at the entrance to the hall. "Harreld doesn't want to talk even to me. I wasn't able to tell him about the letter."
She turned her attention back to the tray in her hands. She set down the bowl of stew on the table and placed the ladle inside it. As her head was bowed, she let the tears that brimmed suddenly in her eyes spill down to her cheeks, then quickly wiped them away before she looked back at Saeryn.
"I hoped to talk to you this morning, but you seemed too busy. I didn't want to burden you further."
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