Cerwyn smiled brightly at Javan. “Thank you, I would like that,” she said.
It was quick work to finish serving the men, though there seemed to be some to-do across the Hall: Lady Saeryn looked furious. Cerwyn reluctantly decided it was none of her business, no matter how curious she might be, and when the last few tables had received their suppers she fetched herself a plate and made her way back to Javan’s table.
They made space for her and she settled herself in front of her stew. After smelling it for hours in the kitchen, she was eager to taste it. “So have you lived here long?” she asked Javan.
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