User blog comment:Doctor Ibrahim/Ask the Doc and his Family!/@comment-25808351-20180124030225/@comment-28358106-20180204013620

Ferra eagerly steps forward and takes his hand,  her own hand practically engulfing his. She shakes gently, turning red at the thought of holding the hand of such a refined man.

It seems to trigger a sudden self-awareness, as she looks down shyly. Her worn leather clothes and dusty bearing give her the look of a workman, and she suddenly steps back again, smoothing wrinkles in her leather skirt in a fidgety sort of way.

"Um...Mommy?  Daddy?  Clean up.  Um.  Dinner soon.  Bath time.  Okay?" She says, seeking a way out to refresh herself.

"Of course, sweetie, I'll be starting dinner in about half an hour.  You have plenty of time.  Oh, and the clean towels are on the hall table!  Can you please put them in the linen closets for me?" Regina leans back and calls out as Ferra hurries away.

"Okay!" Comes the echoing response.

"Papa, can I p-please show Adelhard around before d-dinner?  I promise we w-won't leave the house," Lucida interjects, before anyone can speak. She looks to Adelhard for a little help.