Seeming ignorant of her sister's distraction, the slender woman-child knelt, rolling the leggings into the trousers so they could be stepped into easily.  They were somewhat tight, and she had to work them up slowly, carefully tugging and enclosing her twin in the leather breeches.  The lacing at the sides and in the front were done slowly, hands skilled in the use of the ties and knots lingering for the sake of touching the soft leather that coated her twin's legs.  In common she asked softly, "Do you think he will need our skills to arrange an extra offering?  He seems to have all he needs here."  There were offerings to Solus the Lightbringer, but it would not have occurred to Ruhk that people might miss the orphans, especially given that the council members often gave dividends to support such churches in hopes of buying blessings or the like.<br/><br/>Last, but not least, she took two of the daggers that they owned and slid one into the arm-sheath long Corr's wrist, and the other...the other she licked the handle of, slowly and firmly, tasting her sister upon it.  She then slowly pushed it into the belt sheath of her twin, looking into the strange, beautiful eyes that mirrored her own.  It was a reminder, and a thinks giving; Ruhk was satisfied and pleased, for now, and would be more tractable for her sister to deal with.<br/>