Not alone, as a movement near the fireplace caught her attention. The king's big white direwolf got up, stretched lazily, and silently trotted over to her. She had not even seen or heard him come into the room, but he had always been very silent. Ghost sat right next to her bed and laid his fluffy head on her covers and closed his eyes. His head was a bit heavy, but not in an uncomfortable way. She hesitantly ran a hand through the fur on his neck, which felt incredibly soft and silky. Gods, she had wanted to do this for so long. Surely, but slowly, the itching sensation from the poultices stopped bothering her.