Birdie, hearing the sound of laughter from Child's room, popped her head into the room, and hobbled over to the bed, favoring a bruised knee.
"Well, it's good to see you up and awake, Child," she said, giving the halfling a hug and making room for herself on the edge of the bed by scooching into Angara. "Move over some, wyrm, or I will morph into my fine, new form and burst out the walls of this cabin." Angara blew a puff of annoyed smoke and curled up on Child's shoulder. "Don't get too full of yourself, changling. A real dragon would spot you for what you are a league away."
"Now what is this about a letter?" asked Bird, and Child explained about Pio's last words and the small mirror. Bird gazed down at the letter and said sadly, "I never thought of the Elf-Folk having need for a last will. Do you suppose she had some idea of how things would end for her in Gondolin?"
None had a response to this, though all had pondered this very question themselves. Bird sighed, saying "Well, read it when you think best, Child. There is nothing that could be given that would replace the friendship of Pio in my heart. But what of this mirror?"
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