Her new lumberjack friend knows English. Knows it very well. Perfect pronunciation and everything. Suspicions rise. But for the moment, Gaby enjoys the entertainment. She even stops trampling long enough to double over with gales of laughter, hands across her belly.

When he finally straightens, despite the suspicion, mirth dances in her eyes.

"A little boy who is trying too hard. A boy soldier, perhaps. Who ever really knows anymore?"

Even she doesn't know everything, spy training be damned. The inn she has booked isn't too far ahead, and she's never looked so forward to a hot bath in her life. Not until she's gotten to know snow down to the barest asscheek.

"They certainly seem happy to see you."