The diminutive woman who interrupts him could easily be mistaken for Orlesian, by her accent; not quite right, off to an ear more familiar with them, but close enough that she might get away with it if she wished to. (She hasn't, yet, but the time may come.) Even in her plain clothes and neat braids, she's hard to take for anything but but gently-bred, which somewhat complicates the picture she presents, and the matter of her interruption.
"I've come for your mending, please."
Which has needed doing. She offers no commentary on the matter of why it hasn't already been done, or why a woman whose fingers are stained with ink and look altogether too soft to be well-accustomed to a maid's work means to do it now; it seems to her highly doubtful he isn't fully aware of at least the first matter. But it bothers her, very slightly, each time she sees him pass by and she notices -
He is here now, isn't he? He is doing his duty. She will mend his damned shirts.
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The diminutive woman who interrupts him could easily be mistaken for Orlesian, by her accent; not quite right, off to an ear more familiar with them, but close enough that she might get away with it if she wished to. (She hasn't, yet, but the time may come.) Even in her plain clothes and neat braids, she's hard to take for anything but but gently-bred, which somewhat complicates the picture she presents, and the matter of her interruption.
"I've come for your mending, please."
Which has needed doing. She offers no commentary on the matter of why it hasn't already been done, or why a woman whose fingers are stained with ink and look altogether too soft to be well-accustomed to a maid's work means to do it now; it seems to her highly doubtful he isn't fully aware of at least the first matter. But it bothers her, very slightly, each time she sees him pass by and she notices -
He is here now, isn't he? He is doing his duty. She will mend his damned shirts.