"Khnawan Ysenna said I can keep working with her!" Orien persists, coming closer to her uncle. He doesn't look up. "Well, for now, that's fine." Now he looks at her, a stern expression on his face. "But assistant to a Khnawan is not a suitable occupation. Not for you. Is that clear?" "Yes, uncle." Orien feels her determination drain away. She turns and leaves without any further argument. Outside, Sabin places a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Well done." "Thanks, Sabi." Orien manages a smile for the housekeeper, a familiar face since she arrived as a child. But the reassurance is limited. She heads for the stairs, and Sabin looks after her with concern on her face.