You open your eyes with a bit of a gasp. Judging by the stars, you dozed for about half an hour. The skies give you ample light to make your way back to the house.
Oliver and Morris are asleep in the grass out front, as they insist on doing on fair nights. You easily wend past them and into the common room of the house, where your trunk of possessions is at a safe remove from McKenna's cot.
You fetch up bread, water, a few coins and a blanket. With a small smile, you also withdraw your tunic.
Meager provisioning with which to start a new life, but people have made more out of less.
Out you head into the night, taking a final deep breath as you look over the home.
Your family loves you, in their way, and you have learned how to fit amongst them.
Will that still be the case if you are rejected by the Duke?