'Tis what they pay me for. [he places a hand on her upper back, suddenly feeling as though she might trip over all the fabric. How many Yenh's across were his shoulders? By the slack of the fabric it seemed to be about two, maybe two and a half.]

We shall. You're warm at least?

[He has to duck a little to get out of the low door frame. What miserable cabins...]

I understand not wanting to fall under the Mistress's direct supervision, yet... Still. I worry for you once the sun falls. Mayhap I could sneak you into the castle tonight- Or what if Estinien and I stand vigil for you? You would be warmer with two more bodies.