It was some time later when Ursa crept quietly into the room.<br/>She placed a set of clothing on the bed, although it was clean, there was an acrid smell of burnt, singed leather and fabric upon them.<br/><br/>As Sonja hadn't moved, the young girl set to replacing the almost dead candles, soon filling the room with a far brighter light.<br/>Her duties performed, she moved back to the chair to pick up the disguarded, half made dress.<br/><br/>Ursa sighed, running her hands over the soft luxurious fabric, she could only dream of owning even a scrap of it and for that she would have paid dearly, simply so she could run her hand over it now and then to savour it's softness.<br/>She had no idea why Sonja would even think of refusing such a gift and choose to wear a swine heards clothes instead, surely she was an ungrateful and ignorant woman.