Sufya Milin is quite lucky, really.

Her father's shop is doing a very tidy business, especially given what a small city Marinsvalley is. She works hard, but she knows it could be harder; she's no farmer or soldier, she just makes hats. She's fed and housed, and her sisters are off at the University learning magic just like she learned her letters. She makes delirious patterns in her mind as she works, and talks to the hats as they sit on the dummies, and she's... fine.

She may never marry. That's fine, her sisters can do it. She might be a bit mad, with how she sees the people around her as clothing-dummies in strange dress when she closes her eyes. That's fine, she doesn't have to tell anyone about it and it doesn't bother her anyhow. Her father is dead. She's a bit lonely, sometimes. Maybe more than a bit.

But that's fine too.