Drogo was surprised. His brows furrowed. His wife never left for her father's place, come what may. After she had married him, Avice never even talked about her sisters or invited them over for the fear that her rations would deplete.
"What is wrong with your sister?" Drogo asked with suspicion in his eyes.
"I don't know!" Avice replied as she picked up her bag. "I will know when I reach there." She was tense that he wouldn't allow her to go.
Drogo gritted his teeth. He contemplated on what to do next and then said, "Okay, but be back in two days."
Avice let out a ragged breath. "I have cooked food for you and it is packed in the leaves right over there," she said, pointing at a rack above the stone stove. "You can warm the meat and have it." Saying that she caught Angus's hand and walked out of the house.
