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In the time that it took Laerdil to produce his herb and break it in the water, Saeryn, in the kitchen, had gathered together a clean cloth and some string to give to Léof to make a sort of bandage. She handed it to him and sent the two boys off. She would have followed, but she knew that Ledwyn was out there with her son already and she could handle whatever needed to be done.
Javan and Léof took the cloth back out to the hall and hurried towards the boy and his mother. As they turned the corner and came in sight of the fireplace again, they stopped short. The elf was kneeling close to Theolain and his mother and he was smiling down at the child as the boy lifted his hand towards him.
Javan and Léof approached slowly. “We brought something for his hand, if you still need it,” Javan said.
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