Rezzue er Yecine was unexpectedly comfortable inside the fairly empty dining room. This was despite being the only person over the ripe age of *two months* waiting at the already set table… in a home she'd never been in before today. Her infantile triplets were nested into a set of black cloth cushioned baskets and placed on a bench that had been arranged beside her - by smiling and chatty servants that weren't afraid to meet her eyes and ask for her opinions.
'So very different here. It's not like they are treating me as an equal, but neither are they forcefully pretending they do not exist. I know that some of them wouldn't like it, because they aren't used to it… however, a lot of the married women of the Yecine stuck in the estate would surely prefer this way?'
