“Lord Eodwine has gone to fetch the one called Æðel. How are you feeling, Saeryn?” The voice came from right beside her, but Saeryn did not comprehend for a moment. When she realized that she was being spoken to, her head jerked about and her eyes flew open.
“I am well, I am fine,” she said at first. “No.” She was among friends, she could be honest. “I need to sleep. Please let me sleep.” Rowenna nodded and Saeryn turned her head away again.
Lord Eodwine knew that she was wounded. She had not wanted to worry him. He would be worried enough. Hot tears prickled behind her shut eyelids. Why must she be a burden? Her breath trembled slightly as she drew it, and then it calmed. The tears and remorse and confusion were forgotten as she drifted off into a brief sleep.
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