LERRIN
Lerrin yearned to be out of this space away from his sister's scent, away from the eyes of others. But this woman had clearly cared for his sister and she looked… afraid?
"Yes, of course. What do you need?" he said abruptly, wincing at his own bluntness.
"I… I am a trained servant," she said, her head still tipped down and eyes away from him, her shoulders rounded in submission.
"Yes, and you clearly served my sister well. I'm grateful—"
"You carry a great load now, Sire, and I have… no responsibilities. Perhaps… perhaps I could serve you instead?"
Lerrin frowned. "That's very kind of you, but I have no need of a servant. I am very self-sufficient." He turned away again, but she didn't stop.
