[ It feels a little... invasive, almost to be cleaning someone else's quarters. She might be staying here, but she's under no illusions that this is her space - just one she's permitted to occupy until he grows tired of having her around. But she's a guest here and one not really earning her keep, so the least she can do is tidy.
She changes her clothes - a dark blouse paired with a dark skirt seems safest - and sets to her task as promised. It's not as though there's terribly much to do with the Mors handling the day to day upkeep but the smaller details and more fiddly tasks have slipped through the cracks and those take the majority of her time.
She doesn't so much as glance at the wardrobe.
But her anxiety unwinds a little as she works. She'd been terribly restless, wound up with nothing to do and even though this is physical labor it's almost a release to do it. So much so that while she's in the midst of mopping the floors in the late afternoon - one of the last things she has to do before retrieving the laundry - she catches herself half-humming, half-singing to herself as she goes. ]
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She changes her clothes - a dark blouse paired with a dark skirt seems safest - and sets to her task as promised. It's not as though there's terribly much to do with the Mors handling the day to day upkeep but the smaller details and more fiddly tasks have slipped through the cracks and those take the majority of her time.
She doesn't so much as glance at the wardrobe.
But her anxiety unwinds a little as she works. She'd been terribly restless, wound up with nothing to do and even though this is physical labor it's almost a release to do it. So much so that while she's in the midst of mopping the floors in the late afternoon - one of the last things she has to do before retrieving the laundry - she catches herself half-humming, half-singing to herself as she goes. ]