It wasn't going to make her feel better. She realized that with a sniff, her head down, and maybe she should have gone to Uther - only then she really would have cried, and it wouldn't have been just because she was said, it would have been because she hated him and having to go to him for anything.

When he did ask, she just nodded, pulling the blankets tighter around her because he was stupid and there were enough for the both of them. "It was awful," she said quietly, running her nail over a stray thread. "People were dying. I don't know why they were fighting, but they were."