Meliot tried to steady her nerves. She felt anoyed with herself, falling apart like that. And worse, she could draw atention to herself. "I'm sure you look exactly like our young Tom, after he has stolen strawberries from the neighbour's garden" she tought in an attempt to encourage herself. Well, after some ale and some mushrooms, she would feel better. And a bowl of fish stew! Yes, that would make her day. She nodded to Rowan and managed a smile.
At that moment the kitchen door opened and in came master Boffin with Jack of all people! Meliot felt uneasy. He was not there to complain about someone burglaring his room, was he? But maybe not. He did not look as if he knew that someone had taken something from him. Meliot looked at Rowan, a questioning look in her eyes.
"You don't think he's here about us, do you?" she asked her friend. "You don't suppose he somehow found out about what we have just done?"
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