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"I'll be right back then," Allysa went back to the galley. The old cook was there now. He spooned a ladle of broth into a mug for her from the big stewpot on the "stove", which was what he'd called the strange contraption she'd marveled at. Allysa returned to Endriel's cabin and helped prop her up on the pillows, then handed her the mug, "Can you manage or you want me to hold it?"