Pearl cast a grateful look, suggesting the contrary to the worries her friend may have had. She sighed and tucked a stray hair back into her loose chignon. She didn't say anything for a moment, looking for the world like she was in the deepest misery.

She had given up all the finery for simpler clothes. Her garb was less for fashion and more for labor, her boots flat and servicable. Her fingers even looked as though callouses had started forming. She didn't have a job but she certainly helped with the upkeep of the house and was thinking about her options.

"I would like that," she murmured.