~Dream no small dreams for they have no power to move the hearts of men~
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Annia turned to stare at her mistress, momentarily startled by Andronika's sudden presence before she quickly put away the jade. She had not heard Andronika's entrance at all, completely distracted by certain thoughts that filled her mind.
"Armuke? The cold winds are harmful to your injury and your health, and by the west you're only in your inner clothing." Annia fussed immediately, attempting to take off her fur coat and cover Andronika with it, Andronika shook her head quietly.