At the next fire, Micheline spotted a flash of brilliant orange and pale yellow among the drab wool and furs. Anne and Mary sat close together on a folded blanket, their new silk scarves wrapped about their throats in plain sight, where anyone could see them. When Mary heard Elgon's words, she reached over and squeezed Anne's hand without a word.
"Has she eaten, my Lady?" Anne asked, peering up at Micheline from beneath her hood. "Properly, I mean. Not just picking at a plate. She looked better than she had when we saw her yesterday but," she said, allowing her voice to trail off without saying the rest of it.
