He rose , clearly uncomfortable with her touch , and walked to the hearth . Grey Wind rubbed his head against his leg . " You know ... about Father ? "
Он встал, явно чувствуя себя неловко от ее прикосновений, и подошел к очагу. Серый Ветер потерся головой о ногу. — Ты знаешь… об отце?
