The next week passed by quickly. As Ferona's hair grew, Berek's list of items to craft shrunk. He worked hard at it, spending breakfast, lunch, and dinner with Ferona, Humphrey, and occasionally Jeffrey. He'd taught Ferona how to cook the trencher, as well as a few mixed dishes and entrees she could make on her own. Ferona picked potatoes and tomatoes while Berek prepared the meat, and at night while he worked, she'd sew. 

It was getting to be all too comfortable for them, simply enjoying one another's company and working to help keep the residence and land afloat with the cash. A few clients showed up midway through the week, but they were there to collect and pay the arming swords Berek had made earlier. One of the clients didn't realize how expensive it would be, but decided to barter a horse for it instead. Berek agreed, knowing he'd enjoy one and Ferona would love riding it. 

As the week wound to a close, Berek needed to head back into the town for some new foodstuffs. At this point, they had spent two weeks living in the same house. Ferona was much healthier, healed, and her hair was now wavy and around her chin. Berek's hair had been cut by Ferona partway through the week as well, close cropped yet again, and shaved as well. Ferona had offered to teach him how to ride the horse, but so far he as a slow learner.

Yet again, Berek packed up his bag on his back and had his walking stick in his hands. Ferona was going to go with him now, on or off the horse was her choice. He didn't mind, really.