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"Ah, thank you," said Thistle, unsure of quite how to respond. Thistle made a mental note to herself. Never let it be said that all Big Folk are rude. She was getting uncomfortable in her damp clothes, and now that she was fair certain that Willi was fine, she was free to concentrate on such things. "I'll be ready in a moment." She turned and made her way over to Ginger and Willi.
"Don't you worry about the cake, lad," Thistle told him. "I expect you to share cake with me some other time, though. Got that?"
He smiled happily. "Okay."
"You take care of yourself," she told him. Looking at Ginger, she added, "You too." She glanced around and saw that the Man had brought the wagon around. They said their good-bye's and Thistle thumped out to meet the wagon. She got a bit wet, but not as much as she would have had she needed to walk the whole way back. She was also very grateful for the heavy blanket. The night was chilly.
As the wagon pulled away from the Inn, Thistle decided that all told the Green Dragon was indeed a fine inn, despite her earlier misgivings. Perhaps she would have to stop in more often. It was not good to be lonely all the time. Then she smiled.
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