"Anyway. Dishware thing."

"Ask Caranth how to make money off it, he'll have better instincts than I, I could probably swing favors with it but that won't be very often and it'd take some setup to use it for foreign spying - and if I invest resources in that and then once she's free she wants nothing to do with it -"

"I think she'd be happy to do it for pay, it's not much work and she and her daughter can be comfortable -"

"Yeah. Okay."

He's playing a glittering stringed instrument when his slave gets back. Singing along.

She has bought a baby sling and her baby is in it. She also has some sacks of baby things. She doesn't interrupt the music.

Then he will smile at her and keep singing, for quite a while. There's now a cot on the music room floor for her and the baby.

She sits on it, tucks her feet under herself, unslings the baby to snuggle her.

Eventually someone brings them dinner and he stops singing to eat. And look at her. It's really a stunningly pretty embroidery. "Did you get everything you needed -"

"Yeah - here's your change -" She holds out some coins.

"Thank you. I talked to my sister, she had some ideas for tests of the dishware thing. But maybe tomorrow."

"Whenever."

"Good night."

"G'night!"

He sleeps. 

She snuggles up to her baby and also sleeps.

In the morning she pokes at an embroidered glockenspiel one-handed while Cathei breakfasts.

It makes bird songs! If you hit the same key too many times in a row it curls up and shivers! 

Awwww. What about the harp?

Harmonizes of its own accord with whatever you're playing! 

"Also the thirteenth string bites," he says before she touches it.

"...good to know."

"Not, like, dangerously, it just kinda nips at you, but still."

"Probably makes it hard to play for a bit!"

"It's so inconvenient!" He sits down next to her and plays a little tune around it.

"Maybe a plectrum?" she says.

"Then it won't do the harmonizing thing. Such a silly almost-convenient embroidery."