Lys: Praise

Aithne smiled at his attempts to master her name. It came out more like ann-EE-uh, which was amusing and a very good try at it, for someone who came from the other end of the world. His own name she did not find terribly hard, between Brother Parthalán's teaching and her many years among Romans, her tongue had grown somewhat accustomed to such sounds.

Then there was movment in the doorway and Aithne scrambled to her feet. Lucretia's arrival had broken the moment and reminded her that she was a slave, not even of this household, and she had not been acting like one. She flushed with a kind of embarassed pleasure at his praise, though. "Master Caleb has been very kind to me." she said quietly.