Katherine remained as professional and resolute as she could, nodding in agreement and moving to close the door. Her hand lingered on it, perhaps in trepidation at the kind of inferences made about men and women behind closed doors, but she threw the worries aside and pushed the door closed. She turned back to Eward, who had since drawn a bit closer to her, though not so much to startle her, and saw that he did indeed look curious.
She fiddled with her fingers under the folds of the cloak where he couldn't see, and at last looked up at Eward. "Yes, business. And what kind of business ought not to surprise you." Katherine swallowed, her stomach churning, then said evenly, even proudly, "My broth...my books."