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Javan opened his mouth to ask who Poppy was, but Thornden cut him short. "We'll sit here all day chatting like women at this rate," he said. "There's work to be done. Javan, you can help Elfthain finish grooming his horse." A smile tugged at his lips. He had considered calling her a sow, but thought that perhaps Elfthain, who sometimes seemed quite serious, would see it as a liberty and may not appreciate such humor. He went on. "Léof, do you want to look and find if we have what you need for your leather soap? I will go and find Eodwine and put our question to him."
He stood up, and the others followed his example. Even Eoghan scrambled to his feet. "I need to find Papa, too," he announced.
"What about me?" Ruari cried, not one to be willingly left out.
"You've hardly begun eating," Thornden told her, pointing to the porridge Kara had just a moment given her. "Finish up."
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