"I'm not all the way out in the middle of the woods. I'm just at the edge of town. Where there's farms and things."

She huffs a little, but tilts her head to one side to look critically at Cerrit. "I'm not stupid," Ylva says. "I'm tougher than I look. I've fought monsters. But I'm not sleeping in -- well, I'm not. I'll figure out something more permanent."