Lossë saw the Elven woman and her companion leaving the Inn and rejoining the party, and she rushed over to meet them, oblivious to Farael behind her. Teluviel's hands were nestled in Emlin's, and she was obviously happy to be there, which gave Lossë a brief rush of pity for poor Farael, though she shoved it away cheerfully with the thought that the Elf maiden would be better off with one of her own.
"M'Lady!" she called, flagging Telu and her companion down, and rushing to meet them before they were lost in the crowd and bustle. "Telu!"
She caught up to them, and pulled gently on Emlin's sleeve, and the couple turned around in surprise to face her. "My apologies for the manner of my greeting," she murmured, wondering what it was about Elves that sent her all formal. "But I have a proposition for the Lady, and I would present it as soon as I may, so that she might consider it. It concerns the futures of the man Farael and myself."
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