Finian thought that Kellan's star gazing could be an interesting past time if one had the eyes to see what she saw. "You did not bore us, lady," he said with a laugh. "Tomorrow you must tell us what kind of sky we have," he added. "Excuse me, but I must go see how the boy Andhun is doing."
With a bow he left her and went back into the inn, towards the infirmary. Bethberry and two boys were there, talking softly among themselves. The bright morning sunlight stained the floor, and a gentle breeze aired the room.
Finian leaned against the wall, remembering how often his own sister had come in this room. He gazed at Andhun, wishing that she as well had been maimed by the fire so that Bethberry could more easily treat her, or so that her sickness was more apparent. But Ærosylle was not plagued physically. Bethberry tried to heal her anyway and sometimes Ærosylle seemed a little better. He grinned at Bethberry and, when he heard a tenant of the Inn roar for a bit of beer, he remembered that he was not a boy, looking lislessly about for something to do. He was the Innkeeper now. With a sigh, he shot a parting grin at the boys and Bethberry and made his way behind the counter.
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