What did she mean by that? Claire wondered.
She knew Uncle Jarren? Who was she then? A former household servant?
"If I may ask, who are you?"
The woman averted her gaze, occupying herself by checking Arlan's temperature.
"The fever is worsening."
Claire hated it when people changed the subject.
"Who are…"
There was a knock on the cottage door just then.
Both of them stilled.
The woman placed a hand on her lips, signalling for Claire to remain silent.
She slowly stood up and headed to the small, uneven windows to peer out.
Claire could hear the growls from outside. Were they still searching till now?
If they found Arlan, would they forget about finding her?
She considered handing Arlan over to them, but his situation was delicate.
The door creaked open and a cool night wind gushed into the rooms. One of the candles was extinguished by the breeze.
"How do you fare?" She heard the old woman ask.
"Have you seen a young boy and girl pass by here by any chance?"
