The inside of her home is clean, very recently done, and very spartan. There are no chairs around her table and a low bench sits on the wall. It looks like it must go with a different table, but it is hard to say. There are precious few small curios about.

She moves to the fireplace, where a low flame is burning, and pushes an iron kettle over it. She tosses the small bag of tea in without thought.

"I can give you the coin if you're willing to run the errand for me," she says, not eager to step outside into the sunlight herself.

"Would you like some tea or bread?"