[She smiles; it's one of those indulgent 'you flatter me' looks more than it is anything else.]
Just so. In that case, you must think of me when you need something done. This may surprise you, but a woman my age [more than old enough to call Rutyer 'lad', thank you] can be very resourceful indeed.
I've been taught well enough to know that sometimes it is the women with your grace that have the most merit. [ It's a coy, gentle smile; it's not necessarily supposed to be idle flattery. It's clear that Sidony does believe in it. ] I would be glad to have you aid me in the future.
Dinner would be delightful. I'm certain you both have opinions, but I know an excellent kitchen in Hightown; say the word, and I will make the arrangements.
[She's straightening now, pulling her soft gloves back on with the clear intent to be on her way. She would hate to keep the lovely young lady occupied, et cetera et cetera.]
Well, [Fitcher tucks the books back in the space where it belongs. She rises with a sweep of skirts, all cheer.] I look forward to entertaining you both. In the mean time, I'll leave you to your work shall I?
[It's a metaphorical question. With a tip of the head, Fitcher slides by the younger woman and makes for the door. It's only when she's nearly clear of it that she pauses, turning halfway back as if she's only just remembered something.]
You weren't by any chance familiar with the mage Anders by any chance, were you? Other than for the obvious reasons, I suppose.
[ Sidony, prepared to settle down in her chair and begin her notes again, pauses. There's a touch of tension in her shoulders before she speaks again. ]
Yes, we worked closely together. Despite our differences, we were rather good friends.
I assisted briefly in the clinic he oversaw in Darktown - not medically, of course. No, I was offering transcription services to a few of the patients there, and made one or two friends out of it. Specifically young boy - oh what is his proper name? I've been calling him Bertie. Bartholomew? Bernard? Something far too stodgy for a boy his age - who I've been tutoring on the side since he left the clinic. The other day he asked me if I knew how he might write Anders. The child is penning his own thank you notes these days, you see. I don't suppose you have any clue as to where a such a letter might be sent, do you?
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Just so. In that case, you must think of me when you need something done. This may surprise you, but a woman my age [more than old enough to call Rutyer 'lad', thank you] can be very resourceful indeed.
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[Cheerfully, Fitcher offers her hand to shake on it.]
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You have my sincerest thanks.
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Don't thank me, dear girl. This is a highly mercenary move on my part.
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[She's straightening now, pulling her soft gloves back on with the clear intent to be on her way. She would hate to keep the lovely young lady occupied, et cetera et cetera.]
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[It's a metaphorical question. With a tip of the head, Fitcher slides by the younger woman and makes for the door. It's only when she's nearly clear of it that she pauses, turning halfway back as if she's only just remembered something.]
You weren't by any chance familiar with the mage Anders by any chance, were you? Other than for the obvious reasons, I suppose.
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Yes, we worked closely together. Despite our differences, we were rather good friends.
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I assisted briefly in the clinic he oversaw in Darktown - not medically, of course. No, I was offering transcription services to a few of the patients there, and made one or two friends out of it. Specifically young boy - oh what is his proper name? I've been calling him Bertie. Bartholomew? Bernard? Something far too stodgy for a boy his age - who I've been tutoring on the side since he left the clinic. The other day he asked me if I knew how he might write Anders. The child is penning his own thank you notes these days, you see. I don't suppose you have any clue as to where a such a letter might be sent, do you?
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[ Sidony hesitates for a moment before she turns to some papers - her own letters - and nods. ]
I am sure I could pass some along, should someone wish to contact him. I would be glad to.
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Lovely! I'll inform the lad and have something along to you directly. Have a pleasant morning, Lady Rutyer.
[With a tip of the head and an easy gesture of her lovely long hand, Fitcher dismisses herself from the clinic.]