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Cordelia couldn't stay still. Garnae hadn't woken. He had slid in and out of consciousness, but had never acknowledged anything. They had made him a makeshift bed. Elfride had said that they shouldn't move him. Not until he had woken up fully and felt like he could make it to Mayonette's estate.
She had offered to cook everyone a nice meal, since she needed to do something. She then had set to work making a very large meal while Elfride tended to Garnae and Leoflic. Sandrina was resting peacefully. She couldn't blame her for that. She had been through such a horrid ordeal.
And now her heart was going through a terrible ordeal. Garnae seemed to hang in a tender balance. As much as Elfride had reassured her that things would be fine she couldn't convince herself that she was right. So she just went on cooking, trying to soothe her fears.
"Anyone for fried coney?" A familiar male voice yelled. She spun around and saw that Garnae was fully awake and smiling. She dropped what she was doing and ran over to him. She knelt down, her heart racing so much that she had to catch her breath.
"Garnae. Oh Garnae you made it," she breathed, tears gathered in her eyes. She didn't dare hug him for the gash in his side. Instead she settled for a tender, loving kiss.
"How are you feeling?" She asked, stroking his hair away from his face. She studied his now awake face. She had never believed she would see his handsome eyes again. Tears fell quickly down her face in relief.
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