“Which one is yours?”
“It’s on the outskirts.”
So Sonja didn’t live in the village itself. Interesting.
Rael mentally shook herself; she couldn’t think things like that after what she had just heard and seen.
The first thing she saw about the house was that it was made of logs, like all the other dwellings in Wildkeep, and that it was just large enough for two people. The interior of the house was simple, and smelled almost sweet, like sunlight.
Rael touched the nearest chair gently; the wood was smooth under her fingers.
It must be pleasant, listening to birdsong at all hours of the day.
But that didn’t really matter now.
“I’m afraid there’s only one bed,” Sonja was saying. “But you can have it.”
Really? “Where will you sleep?”
“I’ll make a shakedown bed. There’s plenty of room here for one, and it’s not the first time I’ve slept on the floor.”
Sonja sat down, holding her head in her hands. She appeared to be deep in thought.
Rael watched her intently. Something else was going on here; she could almost taste it.
Sonja slowly got up. “There’s something I have to show you.”