Irene had been sitting on the floor next to her grandmother's bed, but when such a question was sent in her direction, she sat up suddenly and glanced around the room, slightly alarmed.
Luckily, Arne had gone out before to hunt. She didn't have to worry about explaining that in front of her brother.
However, as she looked at her father, he seemed undecided about how to feel.
"How do you know about my dream?" she finally responded.
Kara smiled warmly, more warmly than Arthur had seen in a while.
"Help me sit up," she requested.
Arthur was quick to her pillows since he had been leaning against the wall as he sat next to the head of his mother's bed. He helped her adjust so that she could sit up. It was a familiar position she had been in for weeks. She either lay down or sat up. Walking had become out of the question, to her chagrin.
