Eydia

The trap-maker gave up on trying to sketch more designs, and was already too sore in the fingers from having her daydreaming distract her from the physical side of her work. She sighed and sat back, trying to draw portraits of her sweetheart again, despite not really feeling like she was capturing what mattered. At least it was sort of an excuse that almost justified thinking of her so much.

Aelfrida carries the dishes slowly and carefully into the cookery, a very stern look on her face as she concentrates on not dropping them. There is some shuffling in the cookery, then a loud splashing of water and slight crashing sound. She calls out, "I'm all right!"
 

Jessandra shakes her head and moves toward the kitchen. "Washing up is one of the few things in a kitchen I'm not hopeless at. I'll help."