Edmund didn't want to explain what happened until they were safely inside the inn. Primrose, without saying a word, followed him while still holding his hand tightly, showing no intention of letting go.
Ever since she heard that Edmund had stood in front of her grave for hours, completely heartbroken, all she wanted now was to stay by his side, like a baby duck following its mother.
[Why is my wife suddenly acting this clingy?] Edmund wondered, puzzled. [Not that I mind, but … she's usually not like this. Did something really happen while I was away?]
Honestly, he had every reason to be suspicious.
Primrose didn't even want to let go of his hand when he was changing his clothes, or when he went to check on the soldiers to make sure everyone had made it into the inn since the temperature was dropping and the night was getting colder.
What he didn't expect, though, was when his wife tried to follow him into the bathroom.
