She knew that the conversation would eventually circle back to how she was doing now that she was on the run. They hadn't seen each other since the night she was so desperate for warmth that she'd foolishly built a fire with magic. Thorfinn had almost captured her that night. Certainly not her proudest moment. She didn't know how to answer his seemingly innocuous question nor did she want to. Instead, she focused on the fork she held in her hand and the plate that had just been placed in front of her on the table.