Her jaw tightens in clear suspicion. She knows this place isn't like home, but it remains to be seen what this place is like. But there is no threat to this boy. He is the least threatening person she could imagine. He makes her think of Patrek, that way. And she is exhausted, and the baby is still crying.

After a moment, she sets down the spoon and carefully passes the newborn to Farogil.

"Her name is Silfa," she says, voice clearer now that she has had something to drink. "I'm Kadia." With her hands free, she attacks the stew voraciously. It's been nothing but foraged vegetables since, well, shortly after Silfa's birth. Best not to think of that right now.