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Still hesitant, Haedwig leans towards the meal. She only begins to eat after a moment when nothing nips at her.

Thank you, you're good to me. Good to an old woman. For the moment her stomach is settled, and the fatigue is settling in while she's calm. She spares the ravens a last glance before struggling to her feet and shuffling into the den.

I'll see you tomorrow, Ida.