She flashes a brief smile, although she does turn then to head out into the great hall, more eager for her deliveries than to observe too much politeness. Her steps are light and graceful, a girlishness that belies her position of authority over the households children and her secrets of motherhood. Like any good lady, she'd been taught to dance, it shows in how delicate her toes touch the floor as she heads down the stairs.

It's muggy outside, rain threatening for several days now.

"They mustn't get wet," she murmurs the herself in agitation, staring down the road impatiently.