"Are you going to be all right?" I asked flatly.

He looked at me through narrowed eyes. "Meaning what?" he asked.

"Meaning there's no more brandy," I said as bluntly.

"And you think I can't get by without it?" His temper was rising already. It had become increasingly short since the brandy ran out.

I gave a very small shrug. "I was asking. That's all." I sat very still, not looking at him, hoping he wouldn't explode.

After a pause, he said, very quietly, "Well, I suppose that's something we'll both have to find out."

I let a long time pass. Finally I asked, "What are we going to do?"

He looked at me with annoyance. "I told you. Hunt to feed ourselves. That's something you should be able to grasp."

I looked away from him, gave a bobbing nod. "I understood. I mean … past that. Past tomorrow."

"Well. We'll hunt for our meat. We can get by for a bit that way. But sooner or later, we'll want what we can't get nor make for ourselves. Some Chade will get for us, if he can. Buckkeep is as picked over as bare bones now. I'll have to go to Buckkeep Town, for a while, and hire out if I can. But for now …"

"No," I said quietly. "I meant … we can't always hide up here, Burrich. What comes after that?"

It was his turn to be quiet awhile. "I suppose I hadn't given it much thought. At first it was just a place to take you while you recovered. Then, for a time, it seemed as if you'd never …"

"But I'm here, now." I hesitated. "Patience," I began.

"Believes you dead," Burrich cut in, perhaps more harshly than he'd intended. "Chade and I are the only ones who know different. Before we pulled you from that coffin, we weren't sure. Had the dose been too strong, would you be really dead from it, or frozen from your days in the earth? I'd seen what they'd done to you." He stopped, and for a moment stared at me.