Honeyed Pasture inferno

Deep in her own thoughts, Doe missed the dismay writ upon the yearling's face. Only when his name - Szymon - was spoken once more did she came back to the present, to reality. She blinked once, twice, and then gave a tacit nod of understanding. Though Doe was convinced that it was not her husband the woman sought, it would do neither of them harm to meet.

"Certainly," she said, her head twisting in the direction of the bay. Doubtlessly, Szymon would hear them if she called, but Doe did not want to alarm the man. "Will you walk with me to the bay?" she requested, not feeling up to the task of fetching anyone to and fro. It was high time she returned home either way.