[ Ellana takes the apple and presses her nose to the skin for a moment. It's a good apple. It doesn't have that cidery smell to it, and certainly doesn't have any brown, mushy spots. She takes a big bite and sighs happily to have fresh fruit. Tucking the note away on her person, she goes in search of Gavin, hoping he's in the camp. If not, she'll have to hope he has his sending crystal on him. ]
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