"It's not dried up, the rope didn't rot away, and Madame Barella got us a new bucket while we were gone. The kindness of neighbors here is very different than back at the Gallows."
Darras rubs his hand against her back, a slow gentle circle. He smiles down at Rosana. Her markings look darker in the sun streaming in the window. Her head tips slightly, making space for Yseult.
"Can you imagine Commander Flint replacing a bucket in a well for you? The Ambassador--with nothing expected in return?"
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Date: 2022-01-19 01:46 am (UTC)Darras rubs his hand against her back, a slow gentle circle. He smiles down at Rosana. Her markings look darker in the sun streaming in the window. Her head tips slightly, making space for Yseult.
"Can you imagine Commander Flint replacing a bucket in a well for you? The Ambassador--with nothing expected in return?"