Proof that Vorrutyer's aren't always responsible, I suppose.

[ There's another happy noise when he digs into a sore point. Feeling someone crack back into place. No doubt where a horse had stood on her foot recently. ]

Would they? [ she laughs, then sobers a little. ] Perhaps I should find one, then. I suppose it has been long enough. [ What was good form for a widow? One year? Or was it two? She couldn't quite remember. She knew she would be expected to look for one, in enough time. Just wasn't good form for a woman as young as she was to be left alone. Or so they would say. ]