[She nods in agreement, and turns to look out at the fields again. Unsurprisingly, the only difference from when she was passing through is the positions of the farmhands.]
Not much else we can do, anyway.
[Now she's wishing she brought something to pass the time, though. A book, perhaps. Waiting doesn't sit well with her.]
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Not much else we can do, anyway.
[Now she's wishing she brought something to pass the time, though. A book, perhaps. Waiting doesn't sit well with her.]