"Oh, you have nothing to be afraid of, Cella," her friend's soft voice didn't do much to assuage her fears. The direwolf carefully started inspecting the food with his big snout. She vaguely remembered that he had done the same thing yesterday. "His Grace said that Ghost should check my food. If there is anything wrong with it, he would immediately sense it. And, gods, Cella, don't be a baby. You have nothing to fear from Ghost, come, give me your hand!"