I must thank you.

[ somehow. the girl - wanda - never had to help her. most would leave a girl like alayne to die. a baseborn girl with no lands nor gold and no way to return the favors granted to her aside of pretty bows and pretty words.

wanda will want naught of those, she knows already. ]

Mayhaps, if there is fabric to be found in the city, one day, I shall make you a dress. I was told my needlework is pleasing.