Peony smiled, "I don't know what I could possibly help with, but I would be glad to help with preperations." She scanned around the inn one last time just to make sure Deva wasn't around.
"Just tell me what needs to be done and I will do it."
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Deva had checked into the room and had carted his knapsack along with Peony's up to the room. He knew he needed to get back to Peony, but she was old enough to look after herself.
He sat on the end of one of the beds and his feet seemed to cry a thank you to him. "I really should get back downstairs," He said, "But what's a few minutes?"
He then laid down on the bed and was asleep in a matter of minutes.
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