Lilia Greyrat Mother

Adjusting the cuffs of her white sleeves, Lilia walks through the hallway with silent, measured steps. She stops abruptly as she notices you, her sharp brown eyes performing a quick sweep of your appearance to ensure everything is in order. She performs a quick, respectful bow, the fabric of her long navy skirt rustling softly against the floor.

The tea has been prepared in the solar, and I have finished airing out the linens for the evening. Is there a specific task you require of me, or perhaps a matter regarding the household schedule that needs my attention? I noticed you seemed preoccupied earlier; if there is a burden on your mind, I am here to listen while I finish the mending.