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"Let me get us some food," I said, closing my eyes to the tempting sight she presented.
"I am starving," she admitted, wrapping herself in a fur and walking over to the door.
"Be careful," I warned when she opened it just a bit.
The strength of the wind had increased, and she was so unprepared that it blew the door right out of her hand, pushing her hair back and toppling a chair. The fire in the brazier flickered angrily, and I rushed to Chrissy's side and pushed the door closed again.
"Wow," she said, staring at me with wide eyes. "That's some storm."
"Storms on Thyre are ferocious during the cold season," I nodded.
"I hope we won't get surprised by one of those on the Dark Sea."
That was exactly my worry as well, but the cold season was coming to an end, and I felt confident that the worst would be over by the time we boarded our boat again to brief Gryck on what had taken place here.
"Here, sit," I ordered, pulling a chair out for Chrissy. "How are you feeling? You're not getting sick, are you?"
She pulled her fingers through her hair and presented me with the ends of the strand I had broken off yesterday.
"Yeah, sorry about that," I mumbled, trying to hide the chuckle going through me at the memory.
She shook her head. "I'm okay, just hungry."
"Coming right up," I assured her and turned to the cooking area. Just as I had assumed, the hole in the ground covered by a hatch was filled with dried meat and dough. I arranged a few small balls into rolls and placed them and a few slices of meat on a cooking tray that fit perfectly over the brazier.
Next, I filled a cup of water to hand her before heating more for a tea.
It didn't take long for the meat to heat and the rolls to rise, and Chrissy's growling stomach made its state known even louder as the aroma of cooking meat spread through the hut.
I found fruits in a basket and sliced them so Chrissy could appease some of her hunger until the rest of the food was done.
"This is delicious. What is it?" she asked, taking another bite.
I gave the fruit a once over but shrugged my shoulders. "Damned if I know. We don't have those kinds of fruit on Thyre."
"Pity. Maybe your king should think about an import deal," she suggested.
"Khazar," I corrected automatically, before I agreed, "but that's not a bad idea," and took my first bite.
Maybe we could finally come to some kind of peace and trade agreement with the Vandalls after this war came to an end, I mused. That would be nice.
"So what's next?" Chrissy asked when I loaded our plates with food a little while later.
"We'll leave in a day or two, once the weather allows," I suggested.
"Back to Thyre?"
I nodded. "Kar, I can't wait to show you Dokkymburg, my stronghold, your new home if it pleases you."
The fork with a piece of meat on it stopped midway to her mouth, and her expression turned contemplative. For a moment, I feared I had pushed too hard.
"Tell me about Dokkymburg." The fork resumed its path, and I watched the meat vanish between her lips, craving to kiss them.
"It's a lot like Grymburg." I cleared my throat, staring hungrily at her.
"Stop that," she laughed.
"Stop what?"
