See? He was planning to be home more. Perhaps it was naïve to think that he would move back in. He was a young man now. Even if he wouldn't be in the camp or whatever they called it, he would probably want his own space, maybe even start a family with some lass. Quiet sorrow rose and ebbed. At least he would be closer than he had been. He would be home more often. That was what he had said. And that was something to be thankful over at least.

"Well, then I will help ye with yer math and ye can help me with me needlework. And then maybe when ye settle down, ye can become a tailor," she joked, before putting some more chips in her mouth

She smiled and her eyes passed over him as she chewed. Then they grew sadder. "Tell me about your injury. Does it still hurt?"