"I'd be lying, young child, if I said there wasn't a lot. These old hands ain't what they used to be," she went on, showing the wrinkled and gnarled fingers to them both. "But old age gets us. It is the only thing certain in this world."
And though the old woman spoke of it matter of factly, just the way it was presented...
It didn't sit well with Angel. She adjusted her weight on the chair, eating the stew more delicately than her companion.
"My father always said just take things one day at a time. We're only human," Angel encouraged.
"Yes.." the woman smiled, but that same feeling was emanating from her that made Angel drop her gaze.
"Sometimes stuff happens and things can't be got to.." Angel went on, clearing her throat as she ate some more of her stew, and was quick to add, "This is really good! You're a great cook!"
Though to be fair, it was actually rather bland.
"Oh, you flatter me!" Mara said, a hand to her chest and a doll like look of endearment painted across her lips. "But honestly... the real task I need.... I'm afraid to ask."
And she turned away, putting on the thematics as Angel peered over at Ewan.
"Well, what is it? You never know, we might not look it, but I'm sure we're able to help you with... whatever it is," Angel said with confidence.
But the old woman seemed to shy away.
"Oh, I just couldn't ask. I couldn't. I would never forgive myself if either of you went into the well and got hurt.... Just to fetch me such a small, forgotten trinket."