"You can keep it, then!"

"You're joking."

" - no, actually. You like it, I'd like you to learn to play it, I can have another one made..."

"...wow! Okay!"

"Enjoy! - I said I was going to give you a break to collect yourself."

"Oh. Yeah. Also I'm thirsty."

He beckons to the woman holding the baby.

       "Your grace?"

"This is Rabiah. Show her where to find everything?"

      "Yes, your grace."

She will take her baby back and be shown everything.

The girls are responsible for bringing him food or water when asked for, and interrupting him if he hasn't eaten in a really long while, and keeping his rooms tidy, and helping him dress. And, you know, sex. If she thinks she can't handle it she asks the floor manager about a transfer, get assigned to one of the princesses. - possibly she would have an unusually hard time with this since he seems to have brought her in in particular.

"Probably. Where's the food and water come from?"

The kitchens, accessible via the grand staircase they don't use and these hidden staircases which they do. They can get food for themselves that way too. From a different shelf if they might be expecting.

"How might is might?"

"Some people like to be cautious but you don't get in trouble if you're not or anything."

"Okay! Is there like a schedule or does he say who he wants doing whatever when he feels like it?"

"There's a schedule and he mostly doesn't have opinions about it but if he does that overrides the schedule. I am not entirely sure he knows there's a schedule."

"Okay. Is it written down or something, who'll watch my baby while I'm working..."

"There's other kids, and people who mostly take shifts watching them. It's written down, do you read?"

"Yeah, I can."

"Do you know what you prefer to do? You might not get it, especially while you're new, but they make an effort."

"Probably the sex part but I can't so much right away, I had the baby yesterday."

"Palace has healing. If you want it. You can say there's lingering phantom pains, though, if you want to stay abed a while longer, some people get that."

"I don't really wanna do that. Where do I go to get healed?"

"I'll show you!"

"Thanks!"

Healing is in the palace temple, which is elaborate and fragrant and glittering and quiet. A couple people are sitting quietly at altars, praying. 

"She had a baby yesterday and needs healing," her companion tells a gold-robed priest. He taps her.