[Petronilla hated that she had to drag herself out of bed for this. She hated that she had to cover her hair with a greying, dirtied wimple. She hated that she had to wear a peasant's kirtle and 'assist' her warden in some meaningless work.

She hated it all.

She was up even earlier than she needed to be, being sick for a good hour or two before she was finally ready to leave her cabin. She wasn't going to mention it to Svetlana. It wasn't worth it.]

I am here.

[Petronilla was poking her head through the door, looking pale and definitely not best pleased.]