As she cleaned the glove, Alexander still felt a little bad for her having to do it. Though, he also realized that was kind of silly. When the men were away, who tended the livestock but the women? Most were used to cleaning up messes like that, and yet he supposed he felt bad because Kella seemed so unused to it. And as she scrubbed the glove, his eyes wandered to her bare hand--and he noticed it was soft and lacked visible calluses.
And why wouldn't they look soft when she wore gloves?
The dots slowly began to connect together, the pieces falling into place. Soft hands, didn't know what to make of common livestock...
This Kella, more than likely, came from a privileged background. A runaway, maybe? And if a privileged person was running from their privileged life...indeed, what would cause them to leave all that behind?
Nothing good.
Kella snapped him from his thoughts when she finished and held up the glove, and his eyes blinked back into focus. Whoops. "Hm? Oh, yes! Much better!" he said, and tried not to chuckle at the way she presented it, as though awaiting his approval. "Now it's just all wet, but if you hang it near the hearth, it shouldn't take long. I suppose if you've anything else that needs washing before your journey, now's the time!"
