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[ Gently, Kida slides her hands over, works at the fasteners of Sieglinde's shoes. It's the first time she's seeing the bound feet up-close, and they almost make her wince in sympathy. Sieglinde doesn't need any pity, however, so Kida keeps her face neutral as she works. She undoes the girl's hennin, setting the twin cones aside. Freed, her hair falls in dark rivers. She is a very pretty child, Kida thinks, patting her head with genuine fondness. ]

Settle in. I met a Sebastian, I think--a tall man, with dark hair and pale skin?

[ It's asked in the kind of drowsy soft tones that precede sleep, as if the answer is less important than the act of speaking, pushing back the inevitable a moment longer. ]

[grunehexe]

[It's easy to surrender to Kida's help, not only tired and now having allowed herself to admit it unable to hold it back, but simply because she was used to such things- Wolfram and her handmaidens had always been on hand to do everything for her: her hair, her clothes, her shoes, her meals. Broken and folded in on themselves, bound tightly with fragrant bandages and hidden behind ribboned stockings, her feet fit prettily (grotesquely) into the woman's palm. The feel of hands undoing her now messy hair, the pat on her head...

It was nice. Like how things used to be, before she'd found out the truth.]

Yes... He is a competent butler...

[She burrowed into the covers without needing much encouragement, small enough that making room for Kida wasn't difficult at all.]

He has agreed to assist me... Until his master needs him again.

[adlantisag]

[ She makes a sleepy sound of assent, accepting the explanation for what it was. She trusts Masamune would not have allowed anyone incompetent or dangerous into the house.

It's quiet. Wind whistles outside. She strokes Sieglinde's hair until the girl falls asleep, noticing how tiny she was, how such a small bed could still hold them both. The girl really does need the kindness of others. ]

Sleep well, little one.

[ It's a moment still before Kida allows herself to sleep, lulled by Masamune's gentle breathing, the wind and Sieglinde's soft heartbeat. ]