Eliana POV
I wasn’t used to knocks on my door.
People tended to leave me alone. I didn’t blame them.
But the knock was sharp and loud like that of a person who did not care so much about possession of boundaries.
As I opened the door, there was Astrid in the appearance of a leather boot, holding a half-gobbled apple in one hand and a satchel hanging off her shoulder.
She was far too well pleased.
“We’re going shopping,” she said without preamble.
I blinked. “I’m sorry—what?”
“Town. Supplies. Training gear. Food. Disguises, of course. Don’t look so suspicious, it’s not a trap.”
“I didn’t say it was a trap.”
She took another bite of her apple and gave me a knowing look. “You thought it.”
I opened my mouth. Closed it again. “Astrid, I can’t just… walk into town.”
“Yes, you can. I’
