a bracelet. ( she echoes, taking the tin with a soft thank you. ) it's lovely — thank you. ( she slips it on, admiring the jewellery happily. ) it's wonderful.
there's nothing to be sorry for. ( lips curl upwards ever so slightly as she eyes the tin with a sort of curiousity. unlike her lady, she's accepts gifts of all calibre. )
@failshe it’s not like her daughters can run around in the snow, can they? ( a grimace, ) i think i would rather stay out. it is not so bad— the snow, i mean.