Don was unsettled by the way she stared, not like everyone else was because of how obvious it was that she was blind. What unsettled him was that he could see her eyes. This one conversation was the first time in decades that he had seen someone’s eyes for longer than a few moments. It didn't help that hers were a piercing blue. For the first time in centuries… he looked away. He turned his chair to face sideways. “I’ll request you don’t use that word, useless.” He said firmly. “I’ve seen many people in my time and you are far from useless” It was true. He had seen completely able-bodied people, ones with no disability and strong bodies that had half the courage and will of the girl who sat before him now.<br/><br/>Still, there was the problem of just what she could do around the grounds. As she said her blindness prevented her from doing any tasks that required vision. As he pondered the steward knocked on the study doors, entering after a word from the lord. From the open doorway could be heard the sounds of a communal dining hall somewhere nearby, seemingly full with every servant of the house. “My lord, dinner is prepared” The steward said with a curt bow.<br/><br/>“Send two plates up here” came the reply from Don, the steward ducking out again just as curtly as he had entered. When a servant entered with the food, its scent quickly filled the room. Once the servant had delivered the plates, and been dismissed with a nod from Don, she quickly left the room again, hurrying back to her own dinner.<br/><br/>Unlike what she might have been expecting, Mila would find a simple plate of food in front of both of them, only some meat, cooked vegetables and a bit of bread. Most people assumed he ate like a king, and he had for a number of years. However, he had abandoned that quite a while ago in favor of simple meals, the same that would be given to his servants. “Please eat,” he said, already starting in. “As for what you can do here, I believe I can find something to occupy your time.” He had a thought as he looked back to her eyes, seeing them unflinching. “Perhaps you could be my assistant.” He mused, chuckling slightly “No one has really ever had the stomach to spend the majority of the day with me”