"Not really." Primrose gave him a bright smile, then gently asked Solene to leave them alone. "I'm sorry. I slept too long."
"Please, don't apologize." Edmund tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and brushed his thumb softly over her cheek. "Thanks to you, we've managed to fill up our meat stock for winter without working ourselves to death."
The prisoners were still out in the forest, hunting endlessly and filling the freezing chambers with meat. Even without food or rest, their healing abilities kept them going nonstop.
Edmund had predicted that they could probably continue hunting for at least a week, until their regeneration slowed down and they were no longer able to move properly.
"How was your day?" Primrose asked softly, her eyes lowering to the bow in Edmund's hand. "Were you teaching the soldiers how to shoot arrows?"
