When he came back to the room, Aislin was up, drinking something. He was in the chair, huddled under a blanket.
" I bought you some new clothes," Henry said, setting his bags down. " They might be too big. It was hard to find black stuff, like you like to wear."
He put his hand to Aislin's forehead. It was still bad, but not as much as the previous day.
" Are you feeling well enough to be up and around?" he asked. " You still have a fever."
" ... There was a commotion downstairs earlier," Aislin said quietly. " I wanted to be ready to leave if we had to."
" Someone's going around pretending to be army and looking for a blonde demon man," Henry replied. " I doubt they'll be back. The innkeep apparently took you for a woman the one time she got a good look, and said as much."
He took off his coat and laid on his back, staring up at the wood boards of the ceiling.
There was a long silence.
" What are you drinking?' Henry asked.
" Tea and honey," Aislin responded.
" I don't think we can stay here much longer," Henry said. " If there are people out looking for you."
" Let's rest another day and see if we can get your fever to break. Then I'll try to get us somewhere."