Lys: Water-Bearers

That explains it. She had never thought of herself as dainty- who cleaned the garden with her own clothing tonight? but she found the girl's table manners... unusual. Not bad, necessarily, but Aithne suddenly felt as though her own were wrong.

"Your Eyri sounds... wonderful." she said. "I understand why you are anxious to return." She found herself thinking that she would very much like to be one of those water-bearers. But that didn't seem likely to happen.

She fell to a little more heartily, lest she should seem ungrateful. She was thankful for the raisins. The cheese was strong and there was much of it. And it was a richer meal than she had had in awhile. She laid the remainder aside before she'd gone much past half the wedge given her.