Instinctively already, Felicity cringed away from the cook a little at his approach... and then slowly smiled in relief at his revelation that the kitchen was actually relatively safe, compared to the rest of the castle.<br/><br/>"Thank you," she murmured, dropping the rag into the sack and trying not to notice how many others were in there, nor the stains upon them, before pulling on the apron and tying it around her waist. It was a peculiar sensation, to be completely covered in the front and yet still feel the air and her own hair on her aching back as she moved, going back to the sink to join the other girl... Mirena? Mulena? She couldn't quite recall, she was ashamed to realize.<br/><br/>It had become ingrained habit, when someone was taken to the Castle, to begin forgetting them as soon as possible and thank the gods for one's own continued freedom. Only now did she regret such callousness. How long would it take for her own family and friends to forget her?<br/><br/>"I'm Felicity," she whispered as she picked up the dishes she'd brought down, plunging the whole stack into the dishwater and picking up the first one to begin scrubbing. At least, she reflected, Owen would not forget her, and her hear swelled and twisted with yearning, remembering his intensity in the square.