"Jude," he replied, shaking it gingerly--more for her sake than his own. No telling what else got banged up in whatever happened to her face. He'd done enough to himself in his months here that it didn't startle him to see it on someone else. It was winter: it didn't have to be some crazy village upheaval for people to get hurt.

"I've been trying to stockpile wood," he admitted, even as he wondered how big a list he should collect. Maybe better to just start putting it in the storehouse with the food, let everyone get what they needed. "I could leave some out for you, if you wanna tell me a place. I wondered why we didn't just all hole up in the inn over winter, but. One bathroom."