บท 230: A narrow escape

"I thought you were married to him," Reshma starts softly as she continues to soothe me, stroking down my back to quell the shivers that rock my body with a series of breathy gasps. Gently, she attempts to usher me out of the corridor, before a spark of realisation hits me. Hurriedly, I scoop up the loaf of bread I had slipped under the table from , taking a hunk of cheese with me for good measure as I scoot around, picking up non perishables and preserves from the vast platters of food before us.

When at last my hands are full and brimming with as much food as I can carry, I offer some over to the faery before me, how wavers before the door, eyebrows raised?