Thread: Sightless [Sigr / Raina_Reader]

You're not a baby, and I wouldn't dream of comparing you to one. Our knowing of one another may be brief so far my lady, but you seem quite capable to me considering your health, there's no shame in asking for help, never. It wouldn't matter if you had the ability to see or not, I wouldn't think anything less of you. Slowly the woman patted her on the shoulder, before quickly moving to the other side of the table in order to grip and lift the other chair, sliding it carefully until it was next to her. If you ask me, I think there are too many proud people in the world who are afraid to ask for help, or bully others into being afraid to. I think it'd be a better place if we all helped each other out a bit more often, don't you? Evelyn bit her lip, realizing that maybe she was over stepping by voicing an opinion that could be considered extreme, and to someone of a much higher status than her, then again, it was assumed Evelyn was a lady as well, so perhaps she wouldn't be considered out of line. Eh-heheh, never mind, I was getting carried away with my thoughts don't mind me. My point is, don't feel shame in asking for help, no matter how silly you think it is, I'm here for you. She lowered herself into the chair on Alexandra's left side, her shoulder brushing up against Alexandra's, before reaching out to pull one of the cups closer to the lady of the house, along with one of the sweet cakes. There's some fresh fruit here, and some sweet cakes and hot tea ofcourse. carefully, Eve reached her arm around Alexandra, running a hand along her right arm until she cupped the top of her hand before guiding it to the sweet cake. The tea is probably a little to hot to drink yet, so here, feel it. Don't be afraid to get your fingers sticky, that's half the fun. Evelyn didn't even consider the prim and proper etiquette of a lady, like Alexandra, or that eating with one's hands could be considered rude or un-lady like. you ate what you could get where she lived, and you ate it however you could, utensils were rarely an option. Whether you were drinking soup out of a bowl or picking up food with your fingers, utensils were often a luxury folk like her couldn't even dream of. It smells lovely, I imagine you have a cook that makes everything here? She said slightly in awe, unable to contain her wonder as her eyes drifted over the plate of fruit and sweet cakes. even the aroma from the tea was tantalizing. Wow are those strawberries? I've only had them once and it was only due to a special request from a... She trailed off, flushing in embarrassment, which fortunately went unseen. Uh I mean, the province I come from, Strawberries are rare is all and I never had a chance to eat them when I was in the city briefly. Evelyn knew she had to be more careful. Further slip ups when excited or comfortable could end this little adventure really quick, and she was really enjoying it based on first impressions, and most of the joy wasn't even from the luxury, it was due to lovely Alexandra who despite her illness still had so much life in her and willingness to exist. What's your favorite fruit, do you have one? Or do you prefer the sweet cakes? She giggled playfully.