“I do like the power of a crossbow, but I had rather be able to have a few shots in the air at once,” Summer agreed. “Will you send to the kitchens, or shall I? I won’t be long packing.” With a slight smile, she added, “Please put an extra shirt in your saddlebags. Just in case.”
“I’ll send.” He lowered his eyebrows in concern. “An extra shirt?” He pursed his lips. “Are you concerned about the smell?”
“No!” That hadn’t even occurred to her. “Just that if you should get hurt, a clean shirt will be handy, after all. Or if it should rain, dry clothes?” It just seemed like a sensible thing to her. She shrugged and darted off to cram a pair of breeches, a spare shirt, a simple, nice gown, and a lot of useful odds and ends into a saddlebag. Then she changed clothes and ran back down to the stables, arriving breathlessly.