"And now you fall into this silence again, Ser," Nila said, accusingly. "I thought you had agreed to offer me your assistance in this? Were we not meant to tackle this problem together?"
"There seems to be little that I can do," Oliver said. "When there is only one book and one pen to make our records in. But you have the right of it, my Lady. With our need for repairs being what they are, the two of us should not be wasted in one place. I will find a task that I can put myself to proper use on."
He turned away as if to flee. His boot steps were strong, and purposeful, but he felt none of the purpose that he sought to show. He didn't have any idea where he needed to be. For better or worse, his retainers and his people of the village were seeing to the matter of restoration themselves. They needed Oliver as nothing more than a figurehead.
Nila reached up a hand as he went, almost about to stop him.
