MossFelt looked at Iccarus sternly as he rose from the bed at the back of the Prancing Pony. She knew his strength was low and he would rely much on her for the time being. MossFelt attempted to calm her heated mind but the words seemed to rush from her tightened lips,"I wish you would wait until you are stronger. A mere child could knock you over in this state Iccarus."
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