[Amanaduial the archer]

Aman relaxed as she saw it was only a hobbit boy, but she was more than a little angry along with the relief.

"You're not a thief? Then just what exactly were you doing creeping around these stables, hmm?" Aman strode forward, grabbing the little boy's arm as he attempted to run. He struggled for a bit, then stopped, his blue eyes pleading with Aman.

"Look, she needs help! That's Rosemary Brandybuck and she needs to go home!" He cried out. Aman looked up in the direction he was pointing, still keeping a firm hold on the boy's arm. Squinting more closely into the darkness, she did indeed see a small, still form, dressed similarly to the little boy.

"Goodness grief..." Aman murmered. She had expected a horse thief, and had ended up with two ragged, runaway hobbits. Or she certainly suspected him to be a runaway at any rate. Eyeing him critically, she resisted the temptation to go straight to the hobbit girl- she had to remain firm. She had seen the laughter in the boy's eyes, and had no doubt that, despite his protests, he was most certainly a wannabe-horse thief. "What about you? Who are you- don't you need to be home as well?"

The boy didn't answer immediately, and in that moment of hesitation, another gust of wind blew suddenly through the barn. Aman shivered, and so did the little hobbit boy- dressed in such ragged garb, he would be feeling the cold even more than the Innkeeper. She gave in, rolling her eyes and standing to walk briskly over to the hobbit lass, keeping her grip tightly on the boy's arm. She didn't want him to bolt and had very little doubt that he was lying, but who knew how bad the little girl was?

Letting go off the boy's arm slowly, Aman pushed the hay off the little girl and, carefully, she scooped her into her arms. The little girl was indeed quite thin and was sleeping very deeply by the looks of it. "A brandybuck you say? Well, Cami is not going to like this one bit..."