Tess shrugged. "I don't mind," she told him. She scraped her chair out from under the table. "May I be excused?"
" Yeah, you should rest. Th' featherbed ain't been touched up there in a long while, so they might need airin' but nothing a little shaking can't help. You can help me out in the fields with planting them seed potatoes an onion sets tomorrow." Greymane finished his apple crisp, then started to clear the table.
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