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Eodwine
Eodwine could see how ill at east Ginna was, just asking for some help, as if she had not the right. His heart went out to her, as it usually did in such cases, and he wished he could step into the role of father to her and give her a hug that would tell her all would be well. But he hunched that Ginna would feel even less at ease if he did.
She was gesturing to the Hall, and maybe without her knowledge she was leaning and already moving toward it.
"It will not be any trouble. I would be honored, Lady Ginna, Randvér's Daughter, to do whatever I can for your good." He smiled, close-mouthed, and tipped his head forward by way of a bow. She was his equal now that he was not eorl, and it pleased him to treat her with this small honor. Maybe serving wench was her role here, but she was free born, and her service would not last forever.
"My - my thanks," she said, somewhat startled, and made off for the Hall. He did not watch her go, but turned to the smithy.
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