*sigh*

[pandora_antioch]

There's a young teenaged Roman girl in the common room, nursing tea, and sighing to herself.

Young Lydia misses home. She misses her father, her siblings, her life in Rome.  She misses the servants who catered to her.  She misses the luxury of shopping, of buying silken togas, of being dressed by a slave's girl's expert hands.

Her dress is in

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[ringsmith]

Celebrimbor is passing through and sees her, and though he's disappointed to see that she isn't back to her usual age yet he goes over to her. "Hello, Lydia."

[pandora_antioch]

She looks up. "Oh, hello Sir." She finds a smile, stands, and curseys.

[ringsmith]

Augh, he doesn't like when she calls him 'sir,' they're supposed to know each other too well for that. "Are you settling in well?"

[pandora_antioch]

"I've ...." she looks down. "It's difficult, to be truthful, sir."

Why is she so straightforward? She barely knows him, but he is so kind to her, and so gentle, and he's made her feel safe.

[fitzroyal]

Henry comes upon her in surprise and stops, blinking once and then adjusting carefully, carefully managing his expression.

"Lady?"

[pandora_antioch]

The girl, who is really a mess considering she can't get dressed or comb her hair without help, almost startles.

"My Lord?" She curtseys.

[fitzroyal]

She really does look a mess. Well. He's not going to judge, really.

He bows. "You look a touch lost."

[pandora_antioch]

"I only just arrived, sir," she says, embarrassed, looking away from his inquiring gaze. "Forgive my apparel. I am without help, here."