If Katya was accepting the magic of the night, Ileana couldn't help but be the one to question it. Things didn't add up to what she thought they should adding up to be. Did she really need to help this old woman? It seemed like such a silly thing to trade for. Yet she thought of a dark, cold cottage in the woods where her father was and her mind was made up.
It seemed like a simple enough task, even less than the work she was doing in her own apartment now that Esme had left. Sorting and moving boxes wasn't much of a challenge. Wordlessly, Ileana got to her feet and started moving chairs.
She didn't even notice the doll climbing out of her pocket to help her along when Katya was more focused on brewing tea than supervising. Things went along a lot easier with an extra pair of hands (a bit small, but very strong pair of hands as well.)
The doll climbed her skirts back into her pocket once they had finished dressing the bed. Ileana pushed the loose strands of hair out of her face that came free from her plait as she exited the other room. "I think I finished everything.."