Eodwine watched Saeryn try to mimic the lythe motions of a cat, only the bump her head on a low beam, sending dust raining all over the floor she had so meticulously scrubbed.
"Troubles?"
Eodwine smirked, but said no word about the ceiling beam and her head. He was aware of his hands hanging at his side, flexing slightly with a sudden scene that filled his mind in which is hands held his hostess close to him and his mouth was not busy with speaking.
"There's a fair today, and you're down here slaving. Why?"
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