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“Is everything all right?” Kel asked, gently. Owen sat in the headquarters common room, clutching one of Margarry's letters. This much wasn't unusual. Kel's concern was because of the look of abject misery on Owen's usually cheery face.
“I don't know,” he said, glumly.
Kel steeled herself for the worst. “Do you want to talk about it?”
Owen looked down at his letter as he began to explain. “She says she knows I'm a soldier. She knows things happen in times of war that wouldn't happen among civilians, and she won't hold it against me.”
“That's very understanding of her.”
“Things...” He fumbled for an explanation. “Things in bed...”
She nodded. “I thought that's what you meant.”
“Well, there haven't been any things!”
Kel resisted the urge to laugh. “I imagine she'll be pleased to hear that. The two of you can begin together...”
“You don't understand. She's looking forward to having me teach her things. And I don't know the first bit..!”
This time Kel did laugh.
“It's not funny,” Owen insisted. “Margarry and her sisters tell each other everything. One of them told her way too much, and now she's expecting --” Owen gulped. “-- expecting things I can't deliver. And when I don't, one of them will tell their mother, and it'll go back to my lord, and I'll lose face.”
Kel stopped laughing. “Let me get this straight. You're worried about what Lord Wyldon will think?”