Delphine
Delphine was heading towards the kitchen, to... well, snag a loaf of bread to pair with her honey, to tide herself over until mealtime. She couldn't wait until LongNight ended and she could look into growing vegetables and fruits. Chulane had certainly given the woman ideas.
She slowed, on the way to the kitchen, as she passed Rasmus. She did not know him, had not spoken to him, and she was trying to get better about that.
Offering a smile, she waved and continued to the kitchen, to snag a loaf of bread, her jar of honey hidden at her side. Honey never went bad and had a lot of medicinal uses too, but the small jar she carried with her was not from the infirmary.
Returning from the kitchen with a small half-loaf of bread, which felt fresh from the way it rested in her hand, warm and soft, she nodded to the seat in front of Rasmus. "Can I sit with you?" She was pretty sure if she retreated to her room, Noah would fret and worry over her. She waited, which was unlike her.
Delphine was an impatient woman, who often thought that when she asked something or wanted something, she'd receive the answer she was after, and acted on the answer she wanted rather than the answer given. But Rasmus seemed uneasy, as it were.
She slowed, on the way to the kitchen, as she passed Rasmus. She did not know him, had not spoken to him, and she was trying to get better about that.
Offering a smile, she waved and continued to the kitchen, to snag a loaf of bread, her jar of honey hidden at her side. Honey never went bad and had a lot of medicinal uses too, but the small jar she carried with her was not from the infirmary.
Returning from the kitchen with a small half-loaf of bread, which felt fresh from the way it rested in her hand, warm and soft, she nodded to the seat in front of Rasmus. "Can I sit with you?" She was pretty sure if she retreated to her room, Noah would fret and worry over her. She waited, which was unlike her.
Delphine was an impatient woman, who often thought that when she asked something or wanted something, she'd receive the answer she was after, and acted on the answer she wanted rather than the answer given. But Rasmus seemed uneasy, as it were.
Let me make you smile, darling.
