In the morning, Eva woke to Aela standing above her.
"Didn't sleep well?" Aela asked, noticing the puffiness beneath her eyes.
"I'm fine," She lied, making sure to keep control of her emotions. Yawning, she sat upright before grabbing her shoulder in pain. She bit her lower lip in pain, before she tasted a sweet familiar copper.
"Don't forget to redress your wound before you head off to see Farkas about work," Aela sighed. She turned to leave, before standing in the doorway, glancing back at Eva.
"Vilkas did good work. You should be grateful, Eva."
"Did you complete what I asked of you?" asked of Kodlak, sitting on his favorite chair, Great Harbingers in his lap. Glancing up from the book, he looked up at Vilkas, watching him as he sat beside him.
"Yes Sir."
"Good." He closed his book before turning to look Vilkas in the eye with stern discontent.
"No more wenches in the living quarters. Please. That is all."
With that, Vilkas left silently, sighing as he passed through the double doors, back into the hallway.