Rosinante pockets the folded note for later, then swings the bag around to his chest, making the top of Mary's blond head more visible.

"Dunno if you've met Mary. She's asleep. Easy enough to keep her with me."

Which Soldat hadn't been happy about, but there are risks everywhere here. With the number of healthy defenders at the inn declining daily, any moment could be the time when a wave of spirits breaks in and he has to just flee into the silence and the darkness on his own. At least he knows where she always is.