Gather the servants (1)
Rafael stopped a little over an arm's length from Annalise and Aria, careful not to step on the rocks he saw Annalise collecting in the river. "There is not to be any fighting," he said, looking at Aria since she had tugged on the basket Annalise was holding.
He didn't know why they were feuding, and he didn't care about the reason, but seeing that this same maid had come to him last night, this needed to be dealt with.
"Pick up the rocks," Rafael said, still looking at Aria. She caused them to fall, so she needed to pick them up.
Aria glanced at Annalise, who had turned her head to look out the windows again. Annalise made a big speech a moment ago, but now she could not look at Rafael. It was hard not to think there was something between them. "We were not fighting," she said, so Rafael would not think she was causing trouble.