“Just stopped by to check up on you, bring you somethin’ to snack on. You trying out being a carpenter in addition to Master of Works or what?”

There was overlap in the roles, probably — repairing the ballistas? maybe? Astrid admittedly didn’t know everything that went into his job — but she meanders closer and instantly hops onto one of the other adjacent beds, legs curling under her, making herself comfortable on the vacant unmade mattress; they were bare when not needed, saving on laundry.

“You want any cookies? They’re lumpy.”