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Reeina teaches me how to say I'm tired in the language of wolves. She teaches me to say that I am hungry and thirsty. Saying I'm sleepy or asking for silence. It's a six-hour drive to Darebor. We have enough time to practice.

Halfway along the route, the carriages stop in a town called Fernis to change and feed the horses. Is small. I can see it from my window. Many children approach, curious. I nod. They laugh. They are bundled up to their dark, attentive eyes.

There is snow everywhere.

When I make an involuntary movement to rub my arms, Reeina takes a rabbit fur coat from under our bench and hands it to me. I have difficulty putting it on because of the chains, and in the end I decide to just cover myself with it.

I feel the Prince's eyes on me. I think it wants to say something, but it won't do that with Reeina here.

Excellent.

I don't feel comfortable talking to him either.

Many times I look at him and think about my fate if something fatal happens to him, and it makes my head spi