Black Morass upon restlessness;

the idea that karpos would be gone for any length of time served to jar agrippina.

he was the only one she knew, if it was still only in part.

servant alone. she would bend her head and invite no interest from her betters.

"how often are you sent on such long trips where you must eat berries from clay?" she muttered, as much to know as to punish herself for ever caring.

by now, the woman's gaze had fallen away to her filthied paws.