‘Don’t concern yourself, my dear,’ the Traveller said, catching the gesture. ‘They’re good stones. Cooking these bits and pieces used hardly anything. They’ve got days left in them.’
‘You could’ve burned yourself. And you’ll burn your pack,’ she spluttered.
The Traveller looked at her uncertainly then turned to Ibryen with a look of mildly surprised realization. ‘You don’t use sunstones round here, do you?’ he said. ‘I thought you were just being thrifty with your oil lantern and the firewood — perhaps a bit low at the end of winter... having to eke out your resources.’ He shook his head. ‘I should have realized, they didn’t use them in Girnlant either. Sorry to be so obtuse — I misunderstood. Anyway, we can talk about that later. Come on, there’s no point delaying, this place is upsetti
