[ he comes- of course he comes, he's been promised wine and conversation, bearing gifts. it's only a half of a small loaf of bread, and an even smaller bit of cheese, all wrapped up nicely, but it's something.
he has so little to be hospitable with, now.
her door is open, but he stops at the doorway, the tips of his boots barely brushing the divide. ]
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he has so little to be hospitable with, now.
her door is open, but he stops at the doorway, the tips of his boots barely brushing the divide. ]
May I join you?
[ for her, a smile. ]