When he finally gets home -- inasmuch as the guest rooms at Camallate feel like home, which they don't -- Lianor is sitting on the floor, adding more work to the wooden rocking horse she's been building for Gwalchmai's kids. It's been driving her crazy, not having enough work to do with her hands; at home she'd be making supper, or out doing repairs to her father's fences or barn, or something else that takes up time, but here everything is prepared and presented, and there's nothing much to do with all the achingly spare time they've had lately.