As they waited for the cart to be prepared, Eira found her mind racing with questions. What exactly had happened out there? What did Lord Loghlan mean about Sir Ollie needing tending?
She glanced at Lady Mairwen, who was speaking quietly with her husband a short distance away. The older woman's face was still creased with concern, and Loghlan had his hand on her arm in a gesture that seemed both comforting and restraining, as if he was trying to keep her from insisting on coming along herself.
Sir Gavin approached them, his arms full of supplies, extra blankets, a skin of water, and another of strong wine. He looked tired but composed, and when his eyes met Eira's, she thought she saw something in them that might have been sympathy or perhaps warning.
"Lady Eira, Lady Morwen," he said with a respectful nod. "I'll guide you to where the others are waiting. It isn't far, but the terrain is rough in places. Are you comfortable riding?"
