Day 23
I was still stuck at home again today. I'm not sure if it's because Ivar thinks I need to rest or because he doesn't trust me going out with the others yet.
I don't think I can convince him that there's no way I ever want to be that close to one of those creatures ever again.
I stayed in to work on my weaving, Eilidh needs a new dress and I offered to make it for her.
The only interesting point in my day was when I had a visitor, the shipping master came to bring me something.
"Your Jova set this aside for you on out last voyage," he said, handing me a parcel, pale silk tied up with a ribbon. It made my heart stop to here him referred to as 'mine' because I know he won't be now, not properly.
But I couldn't say any of that, "Thank you," I said politely, running my hand over the soft material.
"It's a shame about him," he said after a minute, "he was a good worker." Productive, would do what he was told, useful skills. He was so much more than that.
"Always had been," I told him. I'd known him longer than anyone else here, after all.
