A soft rap on her door caught her ears as she fidgeted in her window seat, watching the rain with a skirt in her lap and needle in hand to sew though she couldn't focus. Sewing she had thought might help, she had often sewn with William here, reading to her after all. She had sewn him handkerchiefs and pressed them on him, a small token for when he was gone. She had let him take a garter she had made once, and a lock of her hair another time.<br/><br/>Still the rap meant that someone needed her. She put her sewing aside, tucking the needle back into her pin cushion and getting to her feet; she did pause, looking down at her robe clad self and thinking of the outfit beneath. If it was one of her clients though it wouldn't be an issue and if it was a line up then it just made her exotic which was a appeal of the Teahouse. If it was a summons to the Master he had seen her in all manner of clothing. She shrugged and moved toward the door, idly running her fingers over the delicate gold stitched knot work hems of one sleeve.<br/><br/>When the door opened and she saw Atticus standing there with a book in hand she blinked, her pretty pale blue green eyes confused for a moment; was he here to bring her to the Master or to ask for a book?<br/><br/>Still it was Atticus and she gave the handsome bodyguard a soft smile, moving back to invite him into the tulle decorated entrance into her room. "Hello Atti, does Master Ryan need me or is it something else?" Her voice was soft, light with easy good humors, the facade she so easily wrapped around herself.