The breakfast was over, and nearly cleaned up. Hibiscus would be relieved from duty soon. She dabbed the sweat from her brow, feeling accomplished. She would soon be relieved from her duties. 

She'd have to restock the kitchen before she left, or chef would be cross. She took off her apron and washed her hands and face in the kitchen basin. Then headed up stairs. 

As she did she thought to herself, making a mental checklist. She thought about the Vierdell family. Their little girl, Tess, was sick. It wasn't anything that would kill her, but the nasty rash she sported might leave permanent scarring, and if they didn't clear up her throat she may have a husky voice for the rest of her days. It didn't help that chatty-Tess refused to sit quietly in her bed and recover. Haven had been commissioned to make her some medicine. The stuff had taken some time to distill, but would be ready in the morning. Haven planned to set out first thing for their family's home in the northern woods to deliver the medicine herself. She was thinking in her head, trying to make sure she had indeed packed everything she would need.

Mindlessly she opened a door, expecting to find storage...

... And blinked, instead seeing a younger girl she did not recognize. Haven raised a brow, confused, the girl had only a thin blanket, and was using flour for a pillow. Surely this wasn't where anyone was intended to stay...

Perhaps the youth was hiding from her parents or guardians who had a proper room. She didn't want to frighten the poor thing, she offered the youngling a smile, and a small meek wave.