He rolled his eyes at her straightening his clothes. And at her laughing. It made him feel... profoundly uncomfortable, at first, until he slowly got used to the sound. And his discomfort eased away as he slowly got used to it- then it ended. His infinite black mood- the one that's been lifting since he sparred with her- seemed to have temporarily disappeared.

And then she just reached up, and pulled him down, uncomfortably close to her face. And he really wanted to do something because she wasn't exactly repulsive. But no; she was just combing his hair. And nobody had done that since his mother had... done whatever she had done. He still didn't know if she was dead or alive. If she was simply gone, exiled, or dead.

And no one had run their fingers through his hair like Rayt did- she was trying to get the knots out, sure, but she didn't have to. Most servants would avoid being in the same room as him, and he had bought her, taken her right out of slavers' hands and put her under his control, under his command.

So he just stared at her, feeling vulnerable.

And then he was standing straight and tall again. He looked down at her, straightened his 'coat' as if it wasn't already straightened, and said, "Maybe I'll just sell the entire outfits to Ardany- use the gold to make more swords. Expensive stuff, you know. I'll probably allow people to wear leather armor stained the color of their jarldom, to make things simple. Anyhow, we won't have to leave for another few hours- it's at noon till nightfall, not in the morn. Too early for that."