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Saeryn resumed her seat at the earliest possible moment after jumping up. She was conscious that she had somehow misspoke: the men’s embarrassed reactions told her that, however subtle they were. She felt instinctively Eodwine’s rigidness though they never touched. She hardened herself against the idea that she had displeased him – again. It was for his own good that she was so adamant about this.
She felt a distinct sinking in her stomach when Eodwine finally spoke.
"Truth be told, Athanar, it seems as if Scyrr has the right of it, more or less. My wife spoke on her own, I did not send her, and would not. I ask leave to speak with her about this further, just us two. I will of course make sure you know how things stand after that."
She glanced briefly at him. He was looking at Athanar and she averted her eyes again before he noticed her looking at him. What did he mean? The Scyrr was actually right? She clenched her jaw shut tightly and held her tongue.
Athanar quickly wrapped up session. When he rose, the others stood as well and the men moved off. Saeryn felt half inclined to walk away and return to her work in the kitchen, but she would not so disrespect her husband, however angry she felt. She stood, therefore, and waited for him to guide her however he would – whether they would stay and talk there, or go somewhere more private.
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