Javan picked up the slice of bread with one hand and his spoon with another, but he answered Cerwyn’s question before diving in.
“I’m not sure. There’s higher ground south, but we couldn’t go far that way before we’d run into flooding from Snowbourne.”
“There’s lots of land between us and the Snowbourne,” Cnebba interjected.
Javan shrugged. “Maybe.” Truly, he did not know where they would go, but to save himself the uncomfortable business of admitting this, he took a bite and for a while forgot about Cerwyn’s question altogether. By the time he had looked up again, she was moving away to serve the next table. He leaned back to see past his neighbor and called after her.
“When you finish, we’ll save you a seat here, if you like,” he said.
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