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And Grandmother. I believe they were fearful I wouldn't marry, and wanted me to be able to feed myself if need be.

[ Though he never realised this was the case until he was older. ]

[ Lips parted just so, her brows raise! ]

What? Why would they ever think that?

I assume because I was quiet and didn't interact much with other children. Nor did I show much interest in courtship.

[ He doesn't sound too terribly bothered by it. ]

Ah. Hm.

[ Blinking, she takes up the spoon to mix in her seasoning. Though unprompted, she takes up the salt next, to dash over the pot. ]

I assume it was your father that pushed for the arranged marriage, then?

[ Since he makes to effort to stop her from adding salt, she can assume she made a good decision. ]

That and his partner. It was their way of keeping the business between our families.

[ It's now that his voice sounds a bit saddened, as he makes his way back to the counter for the sack of rice. A smaller pot is prepared before the water and rice are accurately measured and put on the cook. ]

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[ Immediately, Grell looks to him with regret etched into her features. ]

I'm sorry, Will. I shouldn't have brought it up.

[ A shake of his head. ]

We want to learn more about one another, so there's no reason to apologise.

[ Looking down, she nods, though she seems uncertain. ]

Would it be easier if you were to tell me on your own terms?

Perhaps, yes. I hope you will confide in me when you need to, as well.

[ He makes eye contact to emphasise that he wants them to make that connection over time. ]

[ Raising her eyes to meet his, it's then that she can nod with confidence, smiling just a hint. ]

I will.

[ He nods in return before placing a lid on both pots. ]

They will both take some time. Would you care to nap until then? You had seemed rather tired earlier. I can clean up while you do.

[ For a moment, she's confused, because she can't recall being overly tired-- but her eyes twinge wider, once she realises that he's referring to the mishap in which she bumped her bottom into his crotch. All over again, she's reddening! Hopefully, he can't see it in the dimming light. ]

Ah-- w-why don't I help, and we can rest together after?

[ Though he can't quite tell that she's blushing, her stammering brings some concern. Still, naps are quite appealing. ]

Fine, you tend to the kitchen. I will take care of the rice once it's finished.

[ Nodding quickly, she gathers the used wares and utensils to take to the sink - but before she begins making a mess there, she wipes down the counters! Easy enough. ]

It smells good enough already... I'm impressed.

[ Staring down the dishes, she rolls up her sleeves. Here it goes! ]

I told you it was simple.

[ The rice takes a bit longer, but soon enough he's emptying that pot into the soup one, stirring it so it can evenly disperse. With that done, he brings the now empty pot to the counter, checking on how Grell is doing. ]

[ Grell's probably working more than she needs to at scrubbing off the wares, and with how clumsy she is, her shirt is far more wet than it ought to be - but altogether, she seems to be holding it together.

Until William is suddenly over her shoulder, and she's startled enough to drop the cutting board into the sink water! ]

[ Unfortunately, the sink was quite full, so William gets splashed quite a bit! He looks down at his shirt and trousers, now fairly soaked. He doesn't look angry, but more frustrated that he'll need to change.

Not that he wouldn't do so before a nap, but still. ]

Honestly?

[ William didn't even get the most of it, as Grell was standing directly before the basin. Eyes clamped shut with an overly exaggerated frown, the redhead gives a muffled sort of sobbing sound. But it's cold, and dirty! ]

S-sorry...

[ With a huff, he grabs Grell by the rest, pulling her along towards the bedroom. On the way he grabs the towel from this morning, now dry. Apparently the rest of the dishes can wait, because this water really is cold and dirty. ]

I'm going to have to teach you to wash dishes properly, too.

[ He sounds somewhat frustrated with the idea, but it's more due to his wet clothing. ]

[ Grell stumbles after with a bit of a squeak. He does sound terribly frustrated as he pulls her along-- and while she tells herself that he must have good intentions, especially since he's grabbed the towel, part of her fears that he might be angrier than he lets on, and her heart is beating abnormally fast.

Hand clutching her wet shirt, she hums a bit shakily. ]

O-okay.....

[ He lets her go in the centre of the room, moving towards his closet to fetch them some new clothes. She may now have her own, seeing as they brought her stuff over earlier, but he's automatically handing her a loose fitting undershirt and, since it seems a bit more than just her shirt are soaked, a dry pair of pants. ]

[ Taking them without question, she takes care to hold the, away from her body, so as not to dirty them! At first, she thinks that she's holding the garments for William, but upon seeing that he grabs a second set, logic sets in. Her brows press together with endearment. ]

Thank you, Will... I'm sorry for being so clumsy, really, I am...

Unless you're doing so on purpose, which I sincerely hope not, then you don't need to apologise.

[ The towel is set on the bed while he removes is own shirt, but he waits on using it until she has done so, herself. ]

[ Grell can't help it; her gaze flicker over his body, before darting away. Surely flushed, she swallows as she sets down her set, to go about unbuttoning her shirt. ]

No, I'm not. I can assure you of that much.

[ Following suit in removing her shirt, she is quick to grab the towel and dry herself, so he will have the chance to use it.

It isn't that she's afraid that he'll look, it's that he might find her distasteful, perhaps. After all, her body is much smaller than his, and seemingly thin, in comparison. Not the woman she was meant to be, but not a decent man, either.

Surprisingly, though, her body does have a fair amount of muscle definition. She wouldn't have said so, but she's been trained in technical combat since she was young. Pathetically, she can't seem to apply it to real life without panicking, is all. ]

[ He doesn't see Grell's brief glance at his body, but considering her confession earlier, it's to be expected. He, on the other hand, inadvertently gets a look when he reaches for the towel. ]

Do you dislike your body entirely?