"What?" Gwendolyn turned around. "Oh father! I didn't see you come in last night!" She rushed forward and hugged him. "How did the meeting with the chief go? Any news? Wait, you really must be starving." She set down the healing supplies and got out bowls. "You were called for in such a hurry last night." She then moved to the pot and spooned out the broth, her golden hair starting to glimmer in the morning light. "I hope it's still good. I was keeping it warm for your return after we tended Lutter, but I must have dozed off in the night..." She hadn't even realized it was day yet! It'd still been dark when she woke by the fire, holding her lute after many hours of waiting and practice.

She had so wished that she could have been allowed to join the meeting, but the chief had only wanted her father there, even though [i]she[/i] was her father's apprentice. She couldn't even tell at this point if he just thought her too young or that the meeting was 'no proper place for a women, especially one looking to marry'. Pft. She had enough of that from the other village women when they came in for ointments and treatments for their children, trying to push their elder sons at her, even if those sons were clearly as pleased with the idea of marrying her as she was with them, which was, not at all. Maybe someday, but there was so much for her to learn right now...

She then took the bowls to the table and set them up, wooden spoons joining them. Then she brushed the wrinkles out of her dress and returned to her father. "Come. You can tell me what you can over breakfast."