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Winny woke slightly confused; she was in a home, on a bed... The memories took a moment to collect. It all came back in a rush, though; Guinevere, the kindness, deciding to stay in Camelot for a bit. She looked to her wrist, tracing along her mark idly. It was dangerous, so dangerous to stay and anxiety still tickled under her skin. 'Careful.' She repeated the word in her head a few times before finally pushing up into a sitting position. She stretched languidly before even thinking of Gwen again; her eyes trailed to the sleeping body. She hated having to wake her, but Gwen herself had said she needed to wake up early to work. Maybe, though... Winny shifted to the edge of the bed and reached in her boot, pulling out a small pouch and counting all she had in it; not much, but it would do. She slipped from the house silently, returning only after she'd purchased a bit of food. It was enough to get her a loaf of bread and some fruit, however; the bread she warmed using magic -- very quietly and only once she'd gotten back in the house, then she placed it out carefully on the table. It wasn't much, she knew, but it was better than nothing, it would put less work on Guinevere and it was better than if she'd tried cooking herself. Once it was all set neatly, she moved to shake Gwen's shoulder softly. "Gwen, it's morning."
