She leaves the paperbacks outside Aurica's door and brings the manual and journal to December's room: how busy does she seem to be?

She seems a bit preoccupied with her modelling, but looks up as DZ approaches. "Back already?" she asks.

"Yes ma'am, I think this is yours, and do you know who this belongs to, please?"

"Oh thank you, I knew I'd put that somewhere. The journal is Alasha's and she should really stop leaving it lying around. Can you take a few pop cans while you're here?"

"Of course, ma'am. Is there anything else you'd like me to clean or straighten?"

"If you could get my bedsheets that would be great, but - I feel like you expect to be treated like a servant and it makes me not want to, if you understand what I'm saying? We're all equals here, even if Clematis does end up being more or less our mom sometimes."

"-ma'am?"

She sighs. "Go ahead."

"Yes ma'am." She straightens the bed, then loads herself up with cans, as many as she can carry, and brings them to the kitchen.

Clematis is making sandwiches for everyone. "Thank you very much, DZ, just set the cans on the counter and I'll take care of them." she says. "Could you take this plate up to Aurica and make sure to bring any dirty dishes she has down here? Sometimes she has trouble getting out of bed."

See, this is much better. "Yes ma'am." Cans go on the counter, in neat rows, and then she goes back upstairs with the plate. Tap tap, "I have your lunch, ma'am."

"Mm, come in."

Aurica is still lying in bed in the same position she was before. Her leftover plates are obvious. She beckons to get the plate from DZ. "Just set that on the bed." 

"Yes ma'am. Can I get you anything else?" She sets her plate down and begins gathering the others.

"M-mn." Aurica curls up in the blankets a little more, but a hand snakes out and picks up a sandwich from the plate. She holds it as if considering it. 

"-are you all right, ma'am?"

She sighs and sets the sandwich down. "As alright as I am usually, I suppose. I have better and worse days."

"Yes ma'am, I understand. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"You already are, thank you. If you could scoop the dirty clothes into a basket and bring it downstairs for Clematis to launder...?"

"Yes ma'am, I'll come back for them when I'm done with these."

"Thank you very much."

She curls up closer in her bed.

And she heads back down with the dishes, depositing them carefully in the sink, and goes back up for the laundry, which she leaves by the door to the kitchen where Clematis will easily find it, and then it's time to go wash the dishes she collected.

Aurica is still lying on the bed in the same position when DZ comes back up. She's taken one bite out of her sandwich.

Clematis scoops up the laundry and goes into a laundry room she hadn't shown DZ and tosses it in the washer. Then she comes back and thanks DZ for washing the plates when no-one even asked her to. There is an undertone of "unlike some people here." 

She takes December's plate upstairs herself and leaves Deskyl's behind for DZ to attend to. (She has completely forgotten to make herself lunch.)

Maybe she eats on a different schedule, who knows. DZ finishes up the dishes, wakes Deskyl to eat, sits with her until she falls asleep again, and then goes looking for a dictionary or, failing that, more work to do.

December is willing to lend her a dictionary and after a few more hours her computer. She sits cross-legged on her floor mats and reads a book on electronics design herself.