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*Why is it that when you desperately wish to speak with a certain person, he or she is nowhere to be found? George had delivered the arrows a full forty-five minutes ago, and the healers were long gone as well. Really, Adam should be back by now. Of course, it's entirely possible that Alanna is simply anxious. She frowns, eyeing the crudely wrapped bundle at the edge of the bed.*

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*He would've been back, as well, had he not been distracted by the smell of food. A man can't help his stomach, can he? Luckily for Alanna, he's a thoughtful man at least, and when he returns to the room, he returns bearing food enough for the both of them.*

Adam!

*After a brief battle with the blankets, Alanna rolls to her knees and grins at him.*

I've been waiting for you.

*He grins widely and hurries over to the bed as fast as his full arms will let him.*

Did you know I was bringing lunch?

Mithros, it looks as if you've brought enough for the entire King's Own.

*In truth, she hadn't noticed the food until he called attention to it, but now she is somewhat distracted.*

I didn't know, actually, but I'm very glad you did. Do you have any of those special rolls with the honey?

*He searches through one of the baskets quickly and pulls someout, handing them off to Alanna. In truth, he's just happy to see her eat; she hardly touches the food the staff brings her.*

*That's the staff, and this is Adam. Also, hope has her feeling better than she has in some time. Taking a large bite, she chews slowly and watches him.*

I wrote down my answers to Thom's questions.

*He's surprised; not so much because he didn't think she would, but because she'd been fretting over them so long. He looks down at the piece of chicken in his hand.*

So I guess I'll ... take them back.

*quietly, with a sad smile* Not immediately. I'm quite certain you have time for lunch. Today, tomorrow -- I'll survive. Besides, there's something else.

*She bites her lip and sets the rest of the roll aside.*

*He nods, quietly.*

Something else? I won't be gone as long this time.

It's okay if you are, Adam. And yes. I need to give Thom something else.

*Swallowing, she reaches for the bundle at the edge of the bed and hands it to him. Inside the leather and twine wrapping are two arrows stained with paint and blood.*

This. You...

*He reaches out, running a hand over them.*

George got them.

He did. *ruefully* Right where I left them.

*She sits down hard, staring at the arrows.*

I thought they might help Thom.

*He moves his hand to cover hers, and squeezes.*

Can't hurt.

*Alanna nods, her free hand tracing patterns over the back of his. Several moments later, she carefully plucks one of the arrows from the wrapping and stands.*

When do you think you'll go?

*As she asks, she grasps the emberstone. She bites her lower lip, crossing the room quickly and adding a note to the bottom of a scroll.*

Tomorrow, I guess.

*He watches her, nervously.*

Unless you'd rather I go sooner. I'll have to see if George will bring me back again.

*Alanna rolls the scroll and taps it against her thigh, walking towards him.*

Jon or Gary might be able to spare the time as well. Mistress Cooper should be by this evening, so if we haven't found the others, I'll ask after George.

Here.

Thom will know what to do. *She sounds like she really wants to believe this.*

*Adam nods and takes the scroll from her, holding it awkwardly.*

I hope so.

I am nervous. Anxious.

*Shifting from foot to foot, she runs her eyes over his face as if trying to memorize his features.*

*He stands, wrapping his arms around her.*

I'd be more surprised if you weren't.

*Alanna breathes in and presses a soft kiss just under his ear.*

I have to believe this will resolve itself in time.

I'll miss you more than I can say.

Hopefully not so much time, now.

I promise I won't be gone too long. Last time just about drove me nuts.

Why? Thom's surly temper?

*There's a ghost of a smile as she looks up at him.*

*He quirks his lips into a smile.*

You think I can't handle him?

*teasing* He's very tricky. Powerful, too.

*Laughing*

Ah ... butI know something he doesn't know.