Marie gave him a smile and a nod, quickly lighting the small oil lamp on the bedside table so she could take the candelabra with her. "I'll return shortly," she informed him before leaving the room, moving quickly down the hall to the cupboard where the clean linens and spare pillows were kept. It was near her own room since she was the only full-time resident of the estate, and she slipped inside to retrieve a stack of Remy's clothing, everything Steve might need for that night and the next day, all of it clean and in good condition.

It was easiest to pick up her own pale of firewood to carry back down the hall, and it was quite a balancing act with the pile of fabric in her arms. Returning to her guest, she breezed into the room with purpose, setting the clothing and linens down on the edge of the bed so she could first see to the fire. It wouldn't do for him to catch a chill.

"This should see you through for the time being," she told him as she knelt beside the fireplace and moved the grating aside.