Even she could tell he didn't want to talk about it, but she would get the story in due time. Somebody would pay for what happened to him.
For now, she was willing to pamper him. "I think I did. The mead was so good and sweet I asked if I could bring some home. Svalin said we would and we did. I have two bottles, and I think Hal has more in his bungalow. I might have to stage an illusion raid to get it."
She talked on about the wedding while she gently nudged him to the sitting room and gathered together pillows and a thick blanket, a bottle of mead, a glass, another pillow...
"...and Vernique seems really nice. I'm glad they're happy," she finished.
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