The cellar's so cold now that a thin skin of ice forms on the water bowls. Night rounds aren't my duty, and yet my feet keep circling back to that corridor.

• MartaInquisitor, you're welcome to draw the lamp oil from my share.
  Irsa KreuzNote it in the ledger. Under my name.
• HannaI can tell it's you just from the sound of your footsteps now.
  Irsa KreuzThen at least pretend to be asleep.