Himwen turned around. The round room was mildly lit with candles and the fireplace harboured a mellow fire. The flames licked the bottom of a black small cauldron as though it hungered for the contents puttering above.
She looked at the chair next to the fireplace. He had been resting in it for a long time, but thankfully he was now walking around the valley. She sighed of relief, thankful that he was on the mend. The wounds had been great, but he was a hardy soldier. An ellon with determination to survive.
A glance at the window told her that the day was ending. Rosy colours mixed with yellow was spreading across the sky. She had tried her hand at preparing the food for them both and luckily had made some progress. Lady Eilanneth and Aelaer had through the years given her some insight into how sustenance could be improved upon. Alas, this was not one of those days when cooking was a forté of hers. As she smelled the burning soup, she rushed to the fireplace with a scream, hurriedly lifting off the heavy cauldron.
“It might be possible to salvage something of it, if I escape scraping the bottom...” She mumbled to herself while pondering on whether or not to call Tindir in for the evening meal. She shrugged and decided to leave the simmering soup near to the fire to keep warmth.
“He will return soon enough. Best he get some fresh air, he needs that.” She smiled to herself and decided to take a stroll as well. It was a long time since last she caught any fish. Tindir would need his strength in the coming days and for that, he could use something meatier than soup. As she started to whistle to herself, she left the guesthouse, fishing rod in one hand and a basket in the other.
