That evening, as the sun dipped low, Caelith returned carrying half a sack of rice.
Yvaine sat upon the threshold. At the sight of her, she rose quickly and stepped forward.
"Caelith…"
Caelith glanced at her, eyebrows raised. "What is it?"
Yvaine followed her inside, watching as Caelith set down the sack of rice. She hesitated for a long while before finally speaking, her voice uncertain:
"Caelith… why don't you go to Duke Rhaegar Thorne?"
Caelith's hands paused.
Encouraged by the silence, Yvaine pressed on, a little bolder now,
"I have long known there was something between you. The way he treated you—how he arranged everything for you in the prison… it was impossible not to see. I also heard that after the case was settled, His Majesty sent him away on another important matter. By now, he should be returning soon. You could go to him. If he knew how we are living now… surely he would not stand by and do nothing."
"Enough." Caelith cut her off with an icy voice.
