He nodded his head, “Understandable.”
“Year? It is the twenty-first year in King Patrick’s reign.” He didn’t know what she meant by year persay.
Faelen nodded his head in understanding, “Very well. I have a change of clothes if you wish to dress and at first light I can take you back to the castle with me.”
“Well, that explains nothing.” Sighing again, she resigned herself to the fact that she had no idea when or where she was at the moment. Maybe once they reached his council, someone else could help her out, but until thin she was stuck.
Cordelia considered his offer for a moment before nodding. If she really was in the past, it was probably best to not walk around in a halter top and jeans. “Okay.” she conceded, holding out her hand for the clothing.
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