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Fatima awoke to a warm blanket wrapped around her and dying embers in the fireplace.  She pulled the blanket tighter around herself and stood.  She was glad of the blanket when she left the room.  The halls were cold and less welcoming than they had once been.  A shiver ran through her body despite the warm blanket.

After wandering a bit she found a place that was well lit and the scent of stew.  She breathed it in deeply as she moved into the room.  She found Faeril looking over some spices and food cooking over a stove.  The kitchen was cozier and neat.  Well cared for.  The room had a sense of gentle comfort that eased her nerves.

The tiny Queen approached her and looked over the spices the woman had pulled down.  [b]"I think that one wouldn't do very well inside of your meal."[/b]  Her voice was lightly teasing as she lifted one of the other spices - sage.  [b]"Try this one." [/b] Fatima offered it to the Black Widow.