[ She would've smiled if Ianthe could see her. Smiling often helped her get something from people, though what that something was couldn't be defined here. Not yet. And while she had no doubts that being intimate with someone in Ianthe's position — sexually or not — was beneficial, it hardly required any effort; Robin did actually like being with her. She wanted to be here with her. Alone. ]
I'm honored.
[ Done washing Ianthe's hair, she lifted her head from the basin, wrapping a towel around it to dry until it stopped dripping. She let it stay wet to proceed with the trim. ]
I'd do the same for my sisters.
[ A lie. Mother would have never allowed her to touch her sisters' hair, much less dictate their appearance or lower herself to having a job, even within their household. That was for the followers — the servants, essentially. Robin could only be in charge of herself. ]
no subject
I'm honored.
[ Done washing Ianthe's hair, she lifted her head from the basin, wrapping a towel around it to dry until it stopped dripping. She let it stay wet to proceed with the trim. ]
I'd do the same for my sisters.
[ A lie. Mother would have never allowed her to touch her sisters' hair, much less dictate their appearance or lower herself to having a job, even within their household. That was for the followers — the servants, essentially. Robin could only be in charge of herself. ]
I used to have dark hair.