She keeps showing up to things. How strange to have things to show up for, honestly. Life had been so very much the same until recently that maybe she was just being helpful because it gave her something new and different to do. Or maybe she’s showing up because she’s got selfish reasons. The Arcane Academy seemed worth helping because she wanted a magic school to teach her. The infirmary seemed helpful because she knows what life is like without one, without the care that such an establishment could provide. She’d survived the wound on her chest, but barely. Her brother hadn’t survived at all. Besides, healing magic seems high on her list of useful things to acquire, and she might as well start making some contacts.
So here she is. It’s not hard to find the tall man standing in the doorway, and she offers Loren her usual shit-eating grin and a nod of her head in greeting. A mess sits behind him, and her eyes glance over all the cleaning quickly before she replies. ”I’ll clean and change linens,” she says, because honestly cleaning was gratifying work. Her home was far from spotless, certainly, but it wasn’t dirty, and she always liked how quickly one could see the results of the work.
So here she is. It’s not hard to find the tall man standing in the doorway, and she offers Loren her usual shit-eating grin and a nod of her head in greeting. A mess sits behind him, and her eyes glance over all the cleaning quickly before she replies. ”I’ll clean and change linens,” she says, because honestly cleaning was gratifying work. Her home was far from spotless, certainly, but it wasn’t dirty, and she always liked how quickly one could see the results of the work.
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