"And you know where to find me," Breda whispered after Fay's disappearing figure. "Not that I know what I could do for you."
Her room was indeed just after the stairs. It wasn't large, just enough space for a narrow bed, a small cupboard and even smaller desk, but it was all she needed. After all, she spent most of time at the smithy.
It was a relief to get the dirty, sweaty clothes off, even though the injured arm presented some difficulty. Her trousers were already getting too tight, and the heavy woolen tunic barely hid her growing belly. Without the clothes she felt able to breathe properly again.
Despite the throbbing pain in the arm and general aching around her body, she felt perfectly safe and comfortable, curling up under the covers. It was as if, on some level, she knew she was being watched over.