Once Delgar left, busied herself preparing his meal, a simply dish of ham, champ, and bread she had baked that morning. As she cooked, heat the water to his bath and sang softly to herself. It was the song her own mother had sang to her while she was a child.<br/><br/><em>"Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li,<br/>Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, hush now, don't you cry!<br/>Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li, <br/>Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, this is your lullaby."/i]<br/><br/>She pour a pot of boiling water into the half full tub and filled a few more to reheat the water before he got in. She was lucky she had drawn water this morning. It save time from running out to the stream to bring it in and fill the tub at night when she wished to clean herself.<br/><br/>She was finishing up dinner just as Delgar returned and began cleaning his swords. <br/><br/>"Yes I'm done." She answered putting his dinner onto a plate and set it in front of him along with a tankard of ale. "It's not much, but I wasn't scheduled to go to market for another week."<br/><br/><br/>((Lol, let's do it. I'm a little irritated about having to watch my language and plus it's night time and there only one bed....   ;D))</em>