She was beginning to develop some of her mother's finer features, but it was the carefully braided hair, and her fine hunting outfit that really sold the show. They were tight-fitting, and trousered, but they did nothing to take away from the girl's femininity. She looked a huntress of the finest sort, with that bow slung over her shoulder, and two small earrings hanging from her ears.
The three of them had bright smiles for him, all of them seeming to mean a different thing. Greeves, a sly and almost shy smile, as though he was revealing a surprise. Judas, that proud smile, as he showed off what he wore. From Nila, her smile was half delight and half sadness. Just looking at her was enough to overwhelm him with emotion.
"Come! Come!" Greeves said. "We'll receive you properly – in your house, Ser Patrick. We can't leave you standing on the roadside. If you lot want to follow along, then you'd better wait outside until he's ready to see you."
