Eorling Mead Hall

[Kath]

Kara had stood in silence after Eodwine's sudden revelation, and was only startled from it when Frodides began to speak. As the old cook's mouth opened in answer to the Eorl's request for one to stay behind as innkeeper she had almost feared that Frodides intended to stay behind, to act as ruler in Eodwine's absence, but even before the first few words had been spoken Kara had known she was being foolish. Frodides was quite happy being in charge of the kitchen. Being in control of the rest of the place would only distract from that.

So it was with a much lighter heart that she had started to move toward the doors as she had been told, but Falco's addition to the meeting had brought her to a stop again. She never could make up her mind about the hobbit. There were times when he made her laugh until she cried and others when she would quite happily strangle him, and she still wasn't entirely sure how to tell whether he meant what he said or not. Still, he had seemed serious enough when he had risen and marched off, it was just a shame that the exit had been ruined by Ginna pouring water down the front of him.

Smothering the smile that rose at the sight of the dripping hobbit and the horrified face of poor Ginna, Kara followed the girl outside in the hopes of offering some comfort. She did seem to have an unfortunate habit of throwing things down people and felt each accident deeply, as evidenced by the drooping shoulders and quiet muttering Kara observed as she walked through the door.

"Are you alright?" Kara asked, taking up a jug to help refill the cups that had been spilt. "Falco at least is fine. A little wet and his pride may have been bruised a little, but perhaps that isn't a bad thing." She continued, trying for a little humour, but as Ginna slowly turned her face toward her Kara could see that it hadn't really worked.