"She will need warmer clothes," Circe added quietly as they began making their way toward the inn. "And a proper pair of shoes as well."
Her words were meant for Casilo alone, and he gave a short nod of understanding.
Casilo was nothing if not efficient. Circe had no doubt that before long, the items she requested would already be procured.
By the time they reached the inn, the last traces of sunlight had vanished entirely from the sky.
Casilo spoke with the innkeeper while Circe waited nearby. Within minutes he had paid for a room and arranged for a warm meal to be prepared for Cornelia. Up close beneath the lantern light, the woman looked even thinner than Circe had first thought, gaunt and hollow-cheeked, as though she had not eaten properly in a long while.
