"Greens again, Bryony?"
Dredless grinned and dug into the stew. Bryony's hackles rose briefly.
"How can you live on that stuff?" asked Miniver, wiping meat juice from her chin.
"How can you eat other creaturesí flesh?" Bryony snapped back. She looked pleadingly at Sylver, who wrinkled his nose. He glanced from the unappetizing green mush to the bubbling stewpot and back to Bryony's face, and sighed.
"Icham, you can have my stew," he said, passing the bowl over. "Pass the rabbit food, Bryony."
Sylver took the proffered vegetation and chewed stubbornly. Bryony smiled gratefully.
Maybe itís worth it, he thought.
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