What kind of place is this, where people take food out of their own mouths to give to strangers? Kadi looks at Faro at once in gratitude and slight discomfort, but she offers him a smile and a thank-you before picking up the tankard of beer and downing half of it in one breath. She pants twice before downing the rest of it. Setting the cup aside, she digs into the stew ravenously. It's the greatest thing she's ever tasted.

"I urgently need to trade for clouts," she says around a mouthful of meat. Meat. She hasn't had meat since leaving home. "She has none. No clothes, neither. I have rare mushrooms from the woods."

She doesn't think watching the baby's expressions and holding her over the ground when she's about to poop is going to work here.