Jack leaned against the counter and began to peel them carefully, his hand meticulous. “What are we making?”
Avice did the same, carefully watching her work. Charlotte pursed her lips as she chopped vegetables. "Just a stew."
Charlotte nodded, pulling a pot out. "Once you are done with those, you two can explore if you'd like."
He finished peeling the potato and moved onto the next one. “So, what made you move to Cantlyre in particular?”
He paused for a moment. “Not as much as I’d like,” he said eventually. “Most of my medical work is used for emergencies, so there’s not a lot of looking for cures. It’s more stitching up wounds, CPR and removing daggers. That kind of thing.”
