Tove carefully set the duster on the round table in front of Rainard, only to discover that he had dozed off in the upholstered chair. Observing him, she contemplated covering him with a blanket.
She glanced around the room, searching for one, but her eyes fell upon the cupboard which was filled with neatly aligned clothes. Realizing there were no blankets there, she silently closed the cupboard and decided to fetch a blanket from downstairs instead.
"What are you up to?" Rainard's voice broke the silence as he rubbed his eyes, stifling a yawn.
Tove pivoted quickly, her eyes meeting his. "I apologize for disturbing your rest, sir. I was attempting to find a blanket for the Young Master. With autumn setting in, the cold can easily lead to illness," she explained softly.
