She isn't at supper, but she's back in their room by nightfall, before he'll have finished lecturing pages, if indeed he manages to do so. She sets a carafe of mulled wine on the table and changes her gown to a rather prettier and less demure one, and takes her dark hair down, letting it spill down her back to her waist.
To be honest, she doesn't trust Menw, though there's no reason not to; she spent the day tracking down a wise woman outside of the city, and begged a draught from her to speed the healing and ease the pain, in exchange for the vine that curls around her thigh. That same draught is mixed in with the wine, masked by the mulling spices, and she sets out a glass on the table as well.
When everything is prepared to her satisfaction, she sits down by the window and waits for him.