It seemed things calmed down as the sun began to set, and it was when the world was cast in long dark shadows, and the skies winked with the remaining light of the sun, did Winifred return. The bruise she had earned the other day was now ripe in color, and despite the poor lighting, was seen a lot more clearly now. But that might not have been what seemed out of place, for when Winifred approached, it was obvious she was dressed in a riding cloak and held supplies in a basket looped around her arm.
"Bovil?" she whispered his name softly. "Are you awake?"