She made a strange sight in the kitchen, dressed elegantly in her winter gown, but laboring over a hot pan of rabbit meat. What would her grandmother think if she saw her now? Sweating and flipping meat with calloused hands, speaking of two years of hard work. It was a thought that managed to make her smile.

The stranger stirred her from her thoughts. He wasn't a face that she recognized, but that meant little now, considering how much the village had grown. He was handsome with the sort of looks that she was used to seeing from Dornishmen. Given how he was rummaging around in the kitchen, she didn't need to guess what he was looking for.

"If you wait a moment, I will have some rabbit to share with you."