"I thought you were married to him," Reshma starts softly as she continues to soothe me, stroking down my back to quell the shivers that rock my body with a series of breathy gasps. Gently, she attempts to usher me out of the corridor, before a spark of realisation hits me. Hurriedly, I scoop up the loaf of bread I had slipped under the table from , taking a hunk of cheese with me for good measure as I scoot around, picking up non perishables and preserves from the vast platters of food before us.
When at last my hands are full and brimming with as much food as I can carry, I offer some over to the faery before me, how wavers before the door, eyebrows raised?
