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Breakfast came a bit later than usual, and Ginna was partly at fault: she moved more slowly than she normally did for lack of sleep. Her adventure the night before with Dan had left her restless, tossing and turning in bed for hours, and it seemed only a second after she had finally surrendered consciousness when Kara came over where she lay and roused her. It was a good thing that none of the women had noticed her departure during the night, but her eyes drooped so that she was forced to abandon any task which involved the use of a knife, for fear of losing control of her hand and wounding herself.
The women had been working silently in the kitchen when Eodwine arrived with the news that the Lady Saeryn had arrived and required food and drink. The name vaguely registered with Ginna. She knew Saeryn had left the day she arrived in the former Mead Hall, but she had never thought much about her. Why did she leave, and what brought her back? It was not the time to seek answers for her queries, however; she had been given the honour, as it were, of serving breakfast to the guest - if guest she could be called.
As she placed food and drink before Saeryn, Ginna tried to take in as much of the lady as she could in the few seconds she had. Her face clearly showed weariness almost beyond her threshold - perhaps it was coupled with sadness? But however weak she had appeared, Ginna was certain it was against her will. Saeryn looked a few years younger than she, but here was one from whom Ginna could learn a lot about proper carriage and bearing.
She returned to Kara and Frodides and then began to serve the rest of the household their morning meal, commencing with the strange figure she found sitting apart from the others.
"Good morning, Dan," she greeted as she handed him food and drink. "I hope you slept well?"
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