Caelith stumbled back, but then shook her head softly.
"It is nothing. I am fine."
She then carried the dishes out into the main hall, hiding the slight tremble in her hands.
Rhaegar sat at the table, loosening the sword from his waist. As she entered, he lifted his gaze, and his eyes lingered upon her face for a brief moment as if searching for something out of the ordinary.
"What did you do today?"
Caelith set the dishes down, carefully minding her movements.
"I embroidered for a while. Then I helped Yvaine prepare supper."
Rhaegar gave a faint nod. "Did you go out?"
At once, her heartbeat stumbled. "No."
Rhaegar looked at her steadily. His expression appeared perfectly ordinary—no different from any other day. Yet Caelith could not shake the feeling that something lay hidden beneath that calm gaze.
She lowered her head and quietly arranged the silverware upon the table.
"Let us eat. You must be hungry."
