All things considered, Sigrid had to say that she thought that everyone in the house was coping with theâŚcircumstances rather well, really. Thirteen Dwarves crowding the house certainly hadnât been how sheâd expected the day to go. But dry things had been handed out, soup laddled into every bowl and mug they owned, tea poured into the remaining mugs.Â
Her eye caught sight of a dark-haired Dwarf who was looking a bit paleâperhaps even a bit ill, but he could also have been just still cold, Sigrid could not tell. He didnât seem to have anything to eat or drink yet... She took a detour on her way over to the Dwarf, stopping to pull the warmest blanket from her bed.
â Here, sir, â she said, holding out the mug of tea with one hand and the blanket with the other, â Are youâŚalright? âÂ