<div style="text-align: justify;">Brietta nodded at Lizette's words. She was, herself, a little out of breath and still in a bit of pain from the wounds sustained earlier. Still, that didn't matter now. They were safe for the time being, and it was simply a matter of getting some clothes and supplies, and they would be on their way as soon as the sun laid the first ray on the morning sky, no later than that.<br/><br/>"We can rest the night here. The master of the house is of my kin", she explained briefly. Making sure they would not be caught - the girls were hardly in condition of being seen -, Brietta slipped to the door and knocked. "Uncle Ian? Please?", the girl called, not raising her voice too much.<br/><br/>Footsteps sounded from inside the house, and the door opened. The man on the other side was a large one, big enough to carry both girls with ease. His eyes were bandaged, indicating that he was blind. Still, his hand messed Brietta's hair, moving as surely as if he had seen her. "If you have come to see your uncle Ian, it means you are in trouble. What happened? And who is your friend?"<br/><br/>Brietta sighed softly. "May we enter, uncle? We need clothing and shelter for the night. A meal would be greatly appreciated as well." It was clear by the familiarity that Brietta knew the man well. Taking a step back, the man allowed both girls in and closed the door. It was a really small house, but there was a fireplace and a stew boiling over the fire. The man went into a closed room and returned with two dresses, the style Irish girls wore. "There you go, children. Dress, sit and eat. Does your friend not speak?"<br/><br/>The friendly giant smiled at Lizette. "Old uncle Ian will not hurt you, Lass. A friend of my Bri is a friend of my own."</div>