She looked over at his sleeping form.

He wasn’t even supposed to travel this far, Berryl contemplated, shaking her head in amusement as she sipped on her tea quietly.

Cone tea, he had called it.

She blushed faintly in the moonlight, studying the berry that floated along the surface, stubbornly refusing to join its brethren. A weary traveller through her domain…

She wondered how long he planned to recuperate here, what boons he’d leave behind save the obvious – she nodded in his direction and held up her cup – and how much would cling to him, when the time came to leave.

A guest, she snorted quietly. The Lady sure had some strange ideas… but she wouldn’t send someone who didn’t know how to tread lightly.

Soaking up the dappled light, Berryl looked out across spring, and took in the glistening moonlight as it skipped across the surface. Morning would arrive in but a few short hours…

The elf continued her vigil.