She shakes her head in disbelief. "Strange indeed."

She has eaten perhaps a third of the stew and cheese and most of the bread, and the ale is cold and bitter against her throat, but it's hard to enjoy when a rapidly-approaching appointment with a healer might turn her whole world upside-down. She sighs and pushes the dishes away, appetite gone.

"I'm sorry," she says. "I don't think I can eat another bite until I know for certain if I...what I am."