Ember smiled her shapely lips thankfully, she had nearly forgotten about Abbigail's child. Rand, was it? Oh dear... Tossing her long blonde braid back behind her, she hurried into her small bedroom and grabbed a gown of sheep wool. Bringing it up to her nose, she breathed in deeply. "Mmm... Honeysickle," she whispered contently to herself before returning to the other woman. " 'ere ya go, I shouldn't be long." Reaching out to grasp a belt full of pouches, she strapped it around her waist and sped out the door.