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Lys' face lifted, and he did not try to keep his joy back. He rushed forward as quickly as his body let him and hugged the taller man.
"Of course! Of course, Thornden! I...I would very much like to have a family..."
Lys stepped back, hands wringing the edges of his tunic. Again, the thought of his stay at the Mead Hall and earning his keep began to worry him. He was left with a limp that, whilst still improving, would probably haunt him the rest of his life. Lys already felt the options of occupation left to him were narrowing. As it was, he was not a very strong boy for his age. He looked up at Thornden with sudden sadness.
"I am worried that he...I mean...Lord Eodwine...will not have me here. I do not have much skill at all, and I am slow. What can I do to earn my way here, Thornden? Being a burden on everyone, it is not what I want. I loathe it..."
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