Mir did know how much went into cleaning his house, but he could not imagine that that would fill up her day. Painting was a good course of action. "I thinking painting is perfect for you." He said, smiling. "I will pick some supplies next time I am in town."
Not to know ones parents was awful. Even Mir with a slave for a mother had known her until her death. She had always been there for him and his brother and he missed her terribly. "I can't imagine. I knew my parents from birth. It must me hard for you, no knowing them. Not having that connection." He put his arms around her, comfortingly.