Hush House had lost its shutters, but it had kept its cook.
The woman at the hearth looked at the eight travelers, the six animals and the long clinic couch, then held out a ladle toward Safa.
“If you brought guests, you can stir.”
Safa took the ladle.
“This is Iven Marr. Neri Quill. Doctor Holt. They found your boards.”
“Did the boards come back?”
“They’re coming.”
The woman sighed. “Then he can sit wherever the rain isn’t.”
