Thread: Sightless [Sigr / Raina_Reader]

Alexandra was still shaky on her feet, but feigned as much health and steadiness as she could when Evelyn called for the service and Martha appeared. Judging by how little took for the woman to appear, Alexandra could swear that she had just been waiting outside and delayed her arrival just a bit to disguise it. Anyways, Evelyn did well with her, even if it seemed that the first impression had gone a bit sideways. She probably doesn't, at least for now Alexandra said, a small smile painting her face for a fleeting moment. She's loyal to a fault, so she doesn't take strangers well enough, specially if it's a helping hand she didn't pick herself she explained, guessing Martha's motives to dislike Evelyn as she said. As the most experienced servant of the Ravenwood manor, Martha was in charge of selecting and training new service if needed, so that made someone like Evelyn that hadn't been supervised by her an unknown factor. She will have to get accustomed Alexandra said, sighing. We all do added, somber. Holding to Lady Rosewind for support while she enveloped her with an arm, Alexandra noticed that Evelyn was far from being the usual stocky and rotund lady she was accustomed to. A life of nobility, a good life of lacking nothing and far from the fields normally made noblewomen opulent in body and not only in riches. Even provincial ones that were more active like her own mother were plump, a trait that Alexandra herself didn't quite share yet, her body going through changes and sickness at the same time. Maybe Evelyn had also gone through illness in her youth or was just one of those women that didn't seem to pick up weight no matter what, an active occupation not even crossing Alexandra's mind. She appreciated her gentle tone, reassuring that no matter what she wore it would be fine, making the girl wonder even more about how Evelyn looked like. Oh thanks Alexandra nodded, happy that Evelyn admired her wardrobe. She was sure it paled in comparison to what noblewomen closer to the king had, but she had no way to be sure before and even less now. You will be able to find chemises and underskirts in lower drawers she instructed about the location of her undergarments, a somewhat shameful moment. It was true that Alexandra got help from the service if she was to wear a particularly complicated dress, and she had been in the presence of servants when she bathed, but Evelyn was a stranger and a proper lady, something that worried her a little bit. A bit better, perhaps a walk, even if it was a small one, was what I needed she answered, tapping on the floor with her bare feet. I'm sure that hot water and a bit of sun and fresh air will help too, lets have the later tea outside if you will Alexandra commented on. She hadn't been outside since the blindness, weak and scared of the outside world, confined in the jail that her bed was. Her voice may waver as she talked, betraying any fears she may had, but she wanted to appear strong, to show Evelyn that she wasn't going to be much work, much of a nuisance. The bathing room itself was one more odd contrast of the life in a provincial barony. Many important nobles that had their residence within important cities didn't have as much space for their villas as the ones living in the country, having their baths close to the source of fire like small rooms next to the kitchen. Here in contrast, where grounds weren't much of an issue, a whole room was dedicated to the ruling presence of a bronze bathtub, big enough to wash a cow on it if you were that mad. A small table was next to an empty wooden mannequin to leave clothes, white linens piling on it, awaiting their purpose of being used to dry the body after the bath. It wouldn't take long for the diligent Martha and an army of servant girls to carry buckets full of scalding water to the room, but in the meantime Alexandra hung close to Evelyn, feeling a bit of that cold now that she was away from the bed, her body still taking time to warm even if active.