Glenn finished his meal and Dotta looked at him with a smile. "Would you fetch me a few armloads of wood for the fire?" she asked him and the big man obliged quickly, heading back outside and leaving the widow alone with Roan. 

Her eyes turned to the youth that was hardly bigger than herself. She didn't sense any maliciousness in Roan, but her concern was still evident. "I don't mind Glenn headed off for a bit. In fact I think it'll do him a world of good to see something other than Noarun. But you make sure he gets back here, okay? My heart's not ready for losing another one yet." 

She sat back in her chair and continued, not particularly expecting a response to that last statement. "Only help I really have to offer is to pack you two a bit of food that'll see you through a few days."