'Try to guess whether he's in field cover' is apparently getting a new chapter.

"Yes," she says, because saying 'at your disposal use' if he is not is still probably worse than the other gamble.

Andrew opens the door, bright smile on his face, until he sees Elvira kneeling. “What’re you doing on the floor?” He asks, puzzled. 

That's not a mage question, so,

"I'm sorry, I had not understood that I was not to be." She doesn't actually move - she's presuming she should have stayed on the bed, but she isn't going to move to return to it without an clearer indication that she should.

“It’s not that it’s just- it doesn’t look very comfortable,” Andrew says gently. 

“D’you want to come downstairs for breakfast? Yunie’s not up but she tends to sleep in.”

She has no idea what the purpose of that statement is. She tries not responding to it.

"At my masters' use." (Good, hopefully that phrasing might work either way.)

“Come on then, wouldn’t do to have you hungry.” Andrew holds out a hand to offer to help her up.

Wouldn't do. At this point it's almost nice to have something more familiar.

She doesn't need help, but if he's in field cover rejecting it might be taken as disobedience, and if he is not he might have a touch need going, and she doesn't mind providing. She takes the hand and stands.

He’s quick to let go once she’s up. “All right, follow me.” He leads the way out and down. “You’ll get used to the layout soon enough, the house is set up reasonably simple.”

She follows.

She has in fact already learned the parts she's seen. She nods.

Andrew yells hello to everyone when he enters, sliding into a free seat, gesturing that Elvira take the one next to him, before grabbing a plate piled with everything he could reach. 

Which is quite far. 

“Hi! Hi, sorry I’m late,” Yuna says, rushing into the room after them, waving at Andrew and Elvira, before heading to her father to drop a kiss on his cheek. 

Well she supposes there's no doubt on the field cover question for the moment.

She takes the seat gestured to. Does someone give her food?

Same as yesterday, one of the servants hands her a plate of various things. 

She eats it. She pays attention to any conversations around her.

Andrew tells a story, to the laughter of the other side of the table, but with one wild windmill of his arms sends a glass of juice flying off the table-

Right into Elvira’s lap.

She might have been able to react better, but one doesn't move that quickly or abruptly as a mage around humans. (She's not even in chains.) She succeeds in keeping the glass on her lap rather than letting it fall and possibly shatter.

She sits there. (She braces preemptively in case they'll decide to punish Andrew right here.)

“Oh...crap. Sorry, Elvira.” Andrew looks properly apologetic. 

“Well, don’t just sit there, dummy! Help her clean it up!” One of the servants scolds fondly, throwing Anders an extra serviette. 

“Are you all right, Elvira?” 

"I'm not injured, Yuna, ma'am." She has no idea why they want Andrew to apologize to her but that's hardly current priority. She flinches at the servant's words - and 'help her' means she should be doing it -. She puts the glass back on the table. If there's a napkin in front of her she picks it up (pauses for a moment with a hand near it in case someone will tell her not to) and starts wiping juice off places that aren't her, or places that are her but might drip. 

Andrew hovers uselessly, napkin dangling from his hand. "I'm really sorry. I've got uncontrollable limbs."

"Would you like to change out of those things? We could wash them and have them back to you this afternoon?"

She hopes that doesn't mean they're going to break his arm or something. Nothing she can do about that.

And - she's almost starting to get accustomed to this particular test-and-terror. "At your use, Yuna, ma'am."

"I'll take you back to your room?"

She stands to follow.