She's standing when he comes back in, dressed in a clean kilt. "Thank you, Taweret," she's saying. "We should be back within four days, if all goes well."

"You are most welcome," Taweret replies. "You have what you need for the trip at home?" Kreyu nods.

She walks to Skellig, her motions steady. His feathers are still in her hair, but she's removed the ones on her skin, the ones that were rather covered in blood. (Stowed them carefully away in a chest in Taweret's house.)