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Wynflaed looked at Saeryn, who seemed to want to say more to the holbytla. Small wonder, she thought, if he knew her husband well.
Yet she did not think that that was the only reason for the Lady Saeryn's reticence--unfortunate that she should be harbouring thoughts about the runagates that she felt did not warrant sharing, but understandable.
For a moment Wynflaed considered staying, but compassion won out over prudence--and besides, she thought she could grow fond of Saeryn over time.
"Master Falco," she said, "it was a pleasure making your acquaintance, and indeed, meeting one of your people in the flesh. I fear I must take your leave, however--though I hope I may speak to you in private at some point, when you are less caught in the bustle of reunion. I hope you will stay here for some time, but should you decide to travel on to Mundburg, let me know and we shall provision you accordingly." She turned to Saeryn. "Lady Saeryn," she said. "Thank you once more for all your help; it was of great help. I will continue to think on what you told me earlier. Good day."
And with that, Wynflaed left the kitchen and returned to her and Athanar's room. She sat down on the bed, indulging in a moment's weakness to massage her temples. Now, would it be wise to ask Lilige to help in the kitchen?
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