After Setsuka finished her meal. She couldn't help to be surprised by the large packet that Zain placed by her feet. "I'm guessing these are from my parents." Bending down slightly, she starts taking the tape off the box before opening it up. Inside, there was her clothes, shower products, shoes, and probably her undergarments that was hidden underneath. "Zain-san, can you help me carry to this to my room?" She asked.
βOf course, Your Highness,β he responded easily as he bent to pick up the box, a whiff of her scent catching him by surprise as he closed the flaps. It was a light and sweet scent, a bit unusual for him who has been serving but one lord for over two decades.
He carefully lifted the box, minding the bottom and excused himself once more. He exited the room, closing the door with a click. His steps echoed down the hall and they were soon met by another set, a quicker set. Zain only had a moment to react but it was too late. The person crashed directly into him as he turned a corner and the contents of the box went sprawling onto the floor.
βIβm sorry!β He heard as a servant knelled before him and began placing the objects back into the box.
βYou know better than to run down the halls,β Zain chastised with furrowed brows as he joined her in picking up the items. His eyes scanned the scattered items for any signs of broken bits but fortunately everything seemed to have survived the fall. Something else did, however, catch his eye. It was a small piece of paper, folded, with his name written on it. How curious. He slipped it into his pocket to read later and with help of the hurried servant, who gave another apology, reloaded the box. They went their separate ways then, Zain reminding her sternly to walk in the halls.
