He patted a place on the bench beside him. Olred continued to sit cross-legged on the grass, and she picked a couple of daisies, which she twined into a chain. The ones she picked immediately replaced themselves, so she picked and added those. I watched. The rhythmic motion of her hands and the continued growth of the flowers mesmerized me.
"She does that to keep herself from lashing out," Larry stage whispered. "She hasn"t had ambrosia in a few days and is trying to stop them giving it to her."
"There"s not much of me left, Princess." Olred spoke without looking up. Her gray brows bent toward each other with her efforts to focus. "I have to preserve what there is."
"I agree." Now I hesitated because I didn"t know what they would think. Would they believe I"d gone to Wilfrin"s side?
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