Room 413 [early afternoon onwards]

[notqueenyet]

Aravis was certainly not sad as she packed her books up, no. Nor did she feel any tug of unhappiness as she gingerly folded her gowns, or placed her slippers in her small saddlebag

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[momslilassassin]

Ben rapped softly at the door. "Aravis?"

[notqueenyet]

She glanced up from where she was lovingly wrapping a tin of cocoa in some cloth. "Hello, Ben."

[momslilassassin]

"I don't suppose there's room in the saddlebags for me, huh?" he asked.

[notqueenyet]

"I think you'd be missed," she noted.