A moment of rest
Bingo sat back and watched as the man grew quiet and then dropped to sleep. The young hobbit sighed with relief. It had not bothered him to help the man but he was concerned over Marcho; the older hobbit had been quite against him helping. He now had more time. He could return at speak to Marcho briefly, assuring him, and then go back to the room to watch over the man until he woke up.
He smiled to himself at the excellent plan and turned to the woman of the Big Folk, dropping a little bow. "Thank you for your help, miss," he said. "Bingo Cotton, at your service."
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