[JennyHallu]

Losse smirked to see Farael's reaction to her suggestion, then sobered. "Relax, Farael, it can't be that bad. We'll just ask her, the worst that could happen is she says no. But I'm inclined to believe she's a generous soul. She just might. Do you know where she is?"

Losse rose and began walking briskly across the green to the Inn, stepping straight through the excited country dancers (And spinning and turning in her own brief accompaniment to them on her way through, to loud acclaim from the more tipsy and/or high-spirited dancers), obviously with the intention of going straight up to the Elven woman, whereever she found her, and asking her straightway. It didn't occur to her that it might be more tactful to wait until her companion was ready to ask her himself, or at least had quite made up his mind as to the wisdom of asking Teluviel for help altogether. Losse had an idea in her head, and she was following it where e'er it led, with rather single-minded determination.