"You shall have to help me with that," she says, amused and exasperated in turn. She shakes her head and releases him just to gesture at the room around them.

"I used it every day, all the time--it is so hard to keep from doing small things, to use my hands when it is easier not to," she complains and this, at least, she remembers to speak in a low whisper. She is still happy, vibrant and relieved in equal measure. He will understand and that is a precious thing. It has not occurred to her yet that he might be more reserved in this, just as Maireglenne is more reserved in all things.

"How do you stand it? Being so careful?"