The second day was for preparing.
Calla produced things from the storage building without explanation. A short blade in a worn leather sheath. A cloak lined with something dense that held warmth even when wet. She set them in front of Selena on the table at breakfast and sat down with her own cup and said nothing.
Selena looked at the blade. Then at Calla.
"From Edric?" she asked.
"From me," Calla said.
She drank from her cup and looked out the small window at the yard and did not make anything of it, and Selena understood that making something of it would be the wrong thing to do. Calla gave practical things to people she had decided were worth giving practical things to. That was all. It was more than most people gave.
"Thank you," Selena said.
Calla looked at her. "Come back and
