บท 73: Seventy-Third

 She didn't take long at all to settle into the dinner table, eager to eat after all the wandering around she'd been doing recently.

Kieran arrived at dinner after an afternoon spent away. He slid smoothly into a chair at the table with a barely noticeable flourish in the movement. His clothing looked just a bit dusty, and he smelled like...was that oil?

She couldn't quite pinpoint the smell, but it was a strong smell, and one she was sure she recognized, if not where from.

Whatever the smell happened to be, it was clear he wore a relaxed expression. He didn't seem at all tired from whatever he'd been doing, despite having been absent for a good chunk of the day.

Granted, it didn't mean much given he was a knight and fully capable of unreasonable amounts of work and effort each day before he showed any difference.