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her.

She set it down on the table. Melior looked at it.

"I guess you'd better tell me what you were doing just before you got
jumped," Ruth said grudgingly.

"Gladly. But first-forgive me if I offend-is it possible, in this
establishment, to bathe?"

Ruth poured out tea, black and fugitively iridescent.

"You want to take a shower?"

"Yes, if- If that is traditional," Melior said hesitantly.

Ruth spooned two heaping servings of Demerara rock into Melior's
tea-for treatment of shock, give sweetened hot liquids and wrap up
warmand pushed it toward him. He took it and sniffed at it cautiously,
then sipped.

"If it is an imposition-" he began.

"Oh, sure. I mean, no. Go ahead-I'll get you some fresh towels and
stuff." Ruth fled once more.

Why does he make you so nervous? You're the one who invited him in.

Ruth rummaged through the closets to find something he could wear when
he came out of the shower. After some thought, she sacrificed Naomi's
black kimono to the Cause. Naomi was tall, and the kimono was wide.

It should do.

Because he's going to be trouble. I know he is. And my capacity for
handling other people's trouble is somewhat overextended just now.

Ruth took the kimono and towels into the bathroom and piled them
precariously on the edge of the sink. She made one quick tidying swipe
and caught a snapshot glimpse of her reflection in the mirror: long
brown hair worn in a fashion ten years out of date hanging sheepdog
over her eyes; blue eyes the only vivid thing in her face, which was
pleasant, sensible, and unexciting.

You're the one who was tired of being sensible, her mind maliciously
reminded her.

But that was before she'd met elves, or persons purporting to be
elves.