Oh. And here's Arche filthy from the river, looking like a vagabond and entirely bereft of any sense of dignity. That seems. Less than ideal. Though it's also a bit like stubbing her toe to distract from a broken arm - worrying about her unexpected and brand-new Potential Social Station (patent pending) shoves the bubbling memories of her painful (death?) experience to the backburner.

She tries another smile. She fails.

"I can only hope that your kindness reflects on your community, young master."