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Only Nezon notices, but a smile creeps up on Lucida's face at this new display of normalcy. But after a moment the smile fades, and she slides over to a chair and curls up in it, staring out a nearby window. She turns and looks at Aabi for several seconds, her eyes searching for something, but the returns to the window and its fading light.

Praetor and Aabi share the meal, talking in the way of old friends who are close, their banter the only sound in the room. Lucida repeats the look several times, every few minutes, each time again turning her head away. Eventually, she stops, and wraps her arms around herself, curling up in the chair.

As Praetor finishes the last of his bread, a Ranger steps into the room and whispers something to Illyagrine. She nods and dismisses him, and steps up to Praetor.

"News from the north," she says, quietly. "A Dwarf has made it through the lines and comes with news from Hrungnir. "