"Thank you, Sorra," Magdi murmured,"That's very kind of you!" before devouring the bread in one "sitting" where she stood. She wiped some crumbs from the corners of her mouth, guiltily. "Sorry about that. I hadn't eaten before I left to pick up the..." she trailed off again. "Chasing after Blodwyn really would be a wild goose chase, yes. She's bolted before and come back but she's hardly predictable. I'd like to know what's going on in the tower too."
The more properly-alive people they recovered, the better. She pried a frozen parsnip from the ground, sheathed it in her belt like a dagger then took a large stride in the tower's direction. She paused and turned back to check on the desolate mage. "Are you going to be alright to come with us, Samuel?" she asked in as genial a tone as she could muster. The kid was probably ten times as strong as she was, but right now, he looked like he needed propping up.