"I have wings," he points out. They do sort of bunch it up.

"...That is true," she says, studying him. "I admit that shawls were not designed for people with wings."

He puts it scarfwise again.

"It still looks nice like that, anyway," she offers after a moment.

"Thanks!"

"You're welcome!"

He picks up his book again.

She picks up hers. Companionable reading: is a thing.

It is. Amber likes it.

Good. Eventually she puts her book down and mentions she's going to lunch.

"Can I have lunch too?"

"Yeah, definitely."

So he goes with her to lunch.

Lunch is held in a dining hall larger, less fancy and with more tables than the one from yesterday. There are fewer kinds of food available but larger portion sizes.

And Amber knows some things about which food is good now.

Then the two of them can eat some tasty lunch! Some of the other servants are curious and stop by their table.

"Hi!"

"Hi. Do you know everyone's talking about you?"

"I didn't know! Why?"

"You're new and different."

"I am! When I am old will people stop talking about me?"

"It probably won't take that long. You're new around here is the point."

"If I go somewhere else people will talk about me there and not here?"

"Depends on where you go, probably, although leaving won't make the talk here stop immediately."

Nod. "What are people saying?"