[h2]Miina[/h2]

Rudolf's marriage (or rejection thereof; she assumed he was going to say no sooner or later) was really none of Miina's business, but she did appreciate that it meant rather a lot more food to eat… except for the [i]minor[/i] problem that she couldn't very well serve any of it herself, let alone eat it. Well, she could probably eat it, if there wasn't such a preponderance of sauced things and stews would be right out, but…

Maybe she should get some sort of sling just to send the message? It wasn't like holding her arm immobile would actually help, the joints and all were physically fine, but at least anyone they spoke to would get "Oh, the little redhead only has one working arm" without needing to explain it. Thoughts for another day, or if they got dragged to some fancy dinner in Solitude when they were meant to be killing Valheim.

That blonde woman seemed like the type, right? Esben should know.

Really, she should have thought more about the seating arrangements, ending up with nobody to her left but Éliane and Chisato [i]opposite[/i] meant they wouldn't be much help. She just had… whoever this old man was to her right. He'd have to do; it wasn't as if there was anyone else without just getting up and walking around…

Hm, flagging a servant? Maybe. Was that allowed? 

Old man it was.

Turning to make it easier, Miina gave Anders a few cautious pokes. "Umm… c-c-could you help? My rrrright arm's… well it d-doesn't work…"

… was that clear enough?