“Yes.” She agreed, her eyes following the path his gesture had pointed out. It looked near enough and the Church grounds were well populated with ears and guards. He’d be safe. Granted, he’d been living there for some time without incident so she needn’t truly worry. But he hadn’t been her employer for that time, he was now and she took such things serious.

“I will meet you at the square at dawn and we can begin.” 

She executed a little bow, the stiff leather of her chest piece creaking. It would be broken in soon enough, she thought and though there was a swell of fear at the thought it was now accompanied by the confidence that she still had what was needed to do this job. 

Rising from the bow she turned on her heels and with surprising silence, faded into the night with enough skill to have been a footpad had her inclination gone that route. As she made her way across the church grounds she encountered more than one pair of guards who watched her but did not stop her when they saw that she was leaving, not coming. That was all well and good and gave her the sense that her employer would, indeed get home in one piece.

She did to for all of that. The fire was banked, the last of the customers clearing out as she strolled in. In fact Florie was just moving to bolt the door as she strolled in. The voluptuous woman didn’t gasp when she saw Katherine but her eyes did widen.

“I was just given ye up for lost.” She said. “We have a bath laid out in your room, and water on the fire to warm it. Yer on your own for the rest.” She said and covered a yawn, then softened. “Unless you need me?”

Katherine waved her away which earned her a smile from Martin. She took the stairs two at a time, happy to have any bath, let alone one that was going to be more than tepid. She would sleep well despite her injuries if she were clean. In the morning she could look forward to Florie’s cooking and then the start of a journey. Things were looking up for Katherine. But first, the bath, then sleep.