Two Rivers Isle sylfaen

siani nodded, silent as ever, before turning back to her tasks. her hands moved with practiced ease, weaving together what was needed, ensuring everything was in its place. she did not speak, nor did she need to. work was work, and duty was duty.

her gaze flickered briefly toward madhuri, watching as the princess settled into the motions of preparing their resting place. siani did not allow herself to linger—there was still much to be done. and so, she pressed on, paws steady, mind focused.