Post by Xenosa Alaoui on Sept 25, 2021 0:30:56 GMT -5
The white-haired woman's slender frame moved about the tables, making quick work of the messes left behind after closing the tavern. Xenosa didn't mind lending a helping hand in return for her stay, though the longer it went on, the more she found herself liking the dynamic. While she'd originally wanted to find a place of her own, she found an immense amount of joy in staying at the Singing Sparrow in the company of the Gothard's and Aileana. In the recent weeks, she'd formed something of an attachment to both Roxanne and Roman - but definitely Roman. It was something she couldn't quite put her finger on.
Gathering up the last of the dishes, she was making her way to the kitchen to stow them in the sink. "I think this is the last of the plates and cutlery." She announced to Roxanne in her usual soft tone. "Would you mind giving me a hand with a chairs?" She asked, though it was still clear from the way she averted her gaze that asking for help was still very much a struggle and something she expected to be punished or retaliated against for. It wasn't so much that she expected it from Rox, per se, but something she just expected in general. It was what her past had conditioned her to expect.
Typically, it was Roman helping her place the chairs atop the tables before sweeping and mopping, but tonight, he was no where to be found. "Is Roman feeling unwell?" Xenosa asked, her grey eyes showing the worry she felt as she made her way into the dining area.
[tagged for Roxanne Abernathy ]