[ this is the life Rudbeckia would have had if she were an aristocrat from a better family, she muses to herself as she runs a hand over the swathes of fabric Zagreus has brought. a lady who spent her days managing a household and overseeing things just like this, decorating to her liking and her budget, a director of resources. that isn't the life she got, and it's one she'll never have, so it's somewhat surreal to be in that position now, however temporary. ]

Mm... It should probably be something durable. [ she thumbs the corner of a rich velvet, and then moves along to another fabric. ] Everything here eventually degrades, but I'd like for it to last as long as possible. Linen might be a good choice? Perhaps in a darker colour, since it isn't very thick...

[ it won't be her home, but it's important for her reputation that she does a good job with it. there aren't many ways for her to make herself useful. ]

What do you think, Zag?

[ she really hadn't wanted to recruit his help. it's such a waste of his kindness, and she's already wasted too much of it—at this rate, she's going to have to come up with something she can do to win a little more of his affection, before he starts seeing her as a burden. ]