The carriage was compact but well-appointed, designed for four passengers to sit facing each other in relative comfort. The leather seats were soft and worn smooth from years of use, and the interior had been warmed by small cast iron heaters filled with glowing coals from the camp's cook fires, making it blessedly warm compared to the frigid morning air outside.
"Here, Sir Ollie," Eira said gently as she helped the young knight to settle into one of the seats that faced forward so he'd have a good view out the window if he wanted it. "Let me get a blanket for you, you're still cold to the touch," she said in worried tones as she sat in the seat next to him, retrieving a blanket from underneath the seat across from her to drape across his lap.
