"Ah, so you've caught on to my little plan," Rena teased, grinning broadly at the reference about her making herself indispensable over the past decade. "At least it has been successful, then! Nothing to be done about it now!" It was hard to believe it had been ten years since her arrival; sometimes she almost forgot she had ever lived another life but the one she was living. Almost, but not quite.
It was strange to imagine growing up as Thomas had, or as Bridget was, freely roaming amongst the inn patrons, conversing and collecting stories and friends. To Rena, it seemed like it wasn't all that bad. Rena's thoughts were torn away from those thoughts, though, when the dinner bell rang and in a moment, she and Thomas were in motion again, conditioned from years of practice. She was grateful for the help, though; with dinner running late, it was always a relief to have more than one set of hands bringing dinner out to the floor. Rena collected as much as she could carry and headed out to feed the hungry masses, winking at Bridget as she passed by the young girl.