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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Aranel" data-source="post: 1339597" data-attributes="member: 13816">Aranel realised, smiled happily at the child and hurried over to the dry clothes, looked around and then frowned. Nowhere for her to change...Leaving her dripping cloak, boots and outercoat by the fire, she'd run off lightly across the room to find somewhere quiet to hurridly change from her sodden leather and damp undershirts into the plain and comfortable clothes that reminded her briefly of her old home.She walked out with her wet cothes under arm and found places for them before resting by her bowl of stew again. Settling down to eat a little more she managed half the bowl before there was too much and she was forced to set it aside.Slumping back she blinked and felt the urge to rest.Checking to make sure none of the children were going to mistake her for one of them, she half closed her eyes and seemed to be meditating.</blockquote>