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As Saria walked over to Jenassa, she felt like a child, presenting someone with a gift made from dead leaves. Clutched in her hand was a collection of wildflowers she’d picked on the way to Markarth.
“Hey, Jenassa. I… um… I got you something.” She said, showing her companion the flowers and keeping her gaze glued to the ground in front of her. It was because of this that she failed to notice Jenassa’s blush as she accepted them.
“Thanks… Saria.”
Saria breathed a sigh of relief, glancing up.
“No problem. Now, I think there's a tavern around here somewhere.”