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[newlifetolead]

{Gaius, please be serious here. You're not seriously suggesting she do this. Please say you're not being serious. This goes against. It's just not DONE.

Not that she dislikes Balinor. But she doesn't even know him!}

{hisses} There must be another way, Gaius!

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[learntmagic]

It's only for a little while, Hunith. Please. He's got nowhere else to go to. And I will arrange for him to go somewhere else, a safehouse or even a place with the Druids. You just need to take care of him for now.

[newlifetolead]

Do you know what this would look like?

[learntmagic]

I've already spoken to the village elder and he understands the situation. Hopefully, Balinor will be able to create his own hut relatively soon.

[newlifetolead]

(That is not nearly as reassuring as Gaius thinks it is.)

[newlifetolead]

(Compulsively sweeping and glancing out the window. This is how Hunith has been wasting away the day, waiting. She's nervous. And frightened for a few reasons.

She hasn't left her home, nor does she want to. Not yet.)

[dracabealdor]

[a worn man comes through the forest and seems to be glancing around before looking at the piece of parchment in his hand. He's carrying a rucksack and avoids looking at most of the villagers in Ealdor]

[newlifetolead]

(Has gone outside to empty her washbowl when she hears the very loud whispers from those around her. Wonderful. She's going to look up. Give her a second. No, really, she will.)

[dracabealdor]

[he looks over at her and swallows thickly before walking over] ...are you Hunith?