Like all mornings, Delith popped out of bed early to attend to her duties. Once she was cleaned up and dressed for the day, she bustled out of her room, her long hair wound up into a bun, body clothed in her usual plain, shapeless dress. It was time to do the morning chores: breakfast preparations, collecting linens (excluding her master's until he woke up, at least; he needed his rest, and she let him sleep unless he asked her to wake him at a certain time), emptying chamber pots...
All the usual, unglamorous duties of her station. But Delith had grown up in this life and had known little else, so she worked without complaint.
For the most part.
Because as she headed out her room, the smell of cooking his her nose: fresh, savory scents, the smell of porridge and bread and the smoke of the hearth. Delith's eyes widened. The sun was scarcely up! And that was her job!
Bustling into the kitchen, Delith found Yuudai leaning against the hearth, and she set both hands on her broad hips and gave him her most in intimidating glower. Which, coming from a woman a foot shorter than him, couldn't have been that intimidating.
"What are ya doin'?" she asked, and then started for him, waving her hands at him to shoo him away. "Whatcha even doing up? You should still be in bed! Sun's not even up, and m'lord needs his rest! Look atcha! Ya look awful!"