Lenore leaves her to privacy, and it's true that Lenore isn't watching, though the guard station near the door still has a view into the cell. They glance over occasionally, but it's clear that they're disinterested, only checking for suspicious behavior. So Lenore has some reports that she receives, and she delays her return a little longer when she hears that her pet is seemingly deep asleep. She waits until the last quarter of the night--the first course had been brought just after sunset and the second just a couple of hours later, so Lenore gives her a few more hours to sleep now.

When she returns again, the guards bring another pair of buckets of hot water and Lenore carries another tray of food. That part of the routine repeats, where the guards move away, Lenore unlocks the door and brings the buckets inside, setting them just within her pet's now extended reach. She goes back for the tray and brings that as well, setting it down on the floor. This time, the tray contains a little more food, more substantial. Sausages and mashed potatoes, leafy greens, with a whole pear set beside it. Another mug of water and a smaller mug of hot mulled wine. And, as promised, a little pot of a healing salve for her wrists, herbal but pleasant. "How are you feeling?" Lenore asks, remaining on one knee near the edge of her captive's reach, ready to leap back but still choosing to be within grabbing range.