Water spilled over as Dru's head bobbed up out of it. She swiped at her eyes with her wrists, blinking droplets from her lashes. The spicy sweet smell of the oil she used filled the air around her little tub, which would normally calm her mind and bring a smile to her face.
Not so this time.
Ashwyneth had requested her help. Apparently some donkey of a man, Furley? Bah, why even try to remember the name? Apparently he had threatened a very dangerous man.
Now Ash wanted Dru to help him? He brought it upon himself!
But Dru couldn't shake the feeling that she should help. It would certainly make Bree a little safer. Is that not what she wanted before she left for Gondor? Could she truly leave if she felt Bree was being run by some thug or brigand?
No. No, she had to help. She already told Ash she would, of course. But her mind had continued biting her for promising thus. She would have to tell Dav that they would need to postpone their departure.
She smiled to herself as she climbed out of the tub. Perhaps there was another upside.
"What a shame..."
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A Favour Called In
Submitted by Drubainbess on September 5th, 2019
