Her smile broadens at his compliment, her wings flaring just a little. "So are you, Skellig," she tells him.
She takes his hands in her own, leads him to a location not all that far from where they lay together earlier. She retrieves two containers from their hiding places and pulls an amphora of watered wine from where it was cooling in the water.
The food is simple fare: smoked venison, tasty roots that have been roasted in fat and then cooled, in season berries, and nuts that have been dipped in honey and then allowed to dry. The cups she pours the well watered wine into are sturdy things, plain. "I am glad I brought enough for two, I must have been feeling optimistic this morning."
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She takes his hands in her own, leads him to a location not all that far from where they lay together earlier. She retrieves two containers from their hiding places and pulls an amphora of watered wine from where it was cooling in the water.
The food is simple fare: smoked venison, tasty roots that have been roasted in fat and then cooled, in season berries, and nuts that have been dipped in honey and then allowed to dry. The cups she pours the well watered wine into are sturdy things, plain. "I am glad I brought enough for two, I must have been feeling optimistic this morning."