Word gets around the Gallows, small as it is, and since Barrow’d needed someone to feed the cats while he was indisposed, there’s a dangling loose thread which a stubborn enough sleuth could unravel. Astrid is nosy about her friends besides, and so she’d asked around, eventually unearthing the fact that her neighbour wasn’t away in the field after all —

So she stops by the infirmary on the second day, and she pokes her head in through the door at the sound of that familiar baritone voice raised in cheerful song.

“Barrow?”