"Hunt. Have feasts. Runabout inside," Lya said. Back when she and Ned's father had been together there had been other ways to keep warm in winter. And then there were the hot springs.
"Truthfully, I'd still be at home if news of Gwyn's illness hadn't come to us."
She had always been restless, but her son kept her grounded. Which was a good thing, Lya reasoned.