An inn. That, at least, he was familiar with. This mode of dress, her accent, so much greenery surrounding the village - all of that was still alien. But the concept of an inn was simple. He nodded with respectful gratitude. "Thank you, Shabbah. A dry, warm place will be good following that... unfortunate beginning."

Dry. Warm. Perhaps with just a cup full of water to ease a throat raw from coughing. The thought came to him of honey, but he decided his luck had been pressed as far as it could be without becoming demanding.