Ridley was quiet when they set out that morning for the Bazaar. She was always quiet, of course, but Quen thought that perhaps she was more quiet than usual. When the younger girl linked arms with her, Quen patted her hand, sensing that perhaps the extra comfort would not be remiss.
The weather was, indeed, beginning to grow cooler. The sun still shone warm on Quen's skin, but there was a coolness in the air that hadn't been there even a few weeks ago. Of course, she was wearing lighter fabric than usual as well. Instead of the scholar robes she wore so often, she was wearing a simple summer-weight cotton dress. In a few weeks she would need to wear a sweater when she went out.
"I'm so glad you wanted to go to the Bazaar with me today," she said to Ridley as they crossed beyond the Tower grounds and onto the familiar cobblestones of the city street. "It's nice to get out of the tower."