Katherine was enjoying the openness of Covent Garden; it felt as though she'd gone forever without being in the warm sunlight of the city, even though she had enjoyed fresh air just that past week at Bailston Abbey. Though that air certainly seemed far less...clean than it ought to have been, for reasons Katherine tried to avoid thinking about. She tried to redirect her mind, focusing on the cheeriness of the day instead of on her personal life, lest she end up a more bitter maid than she already was.
As she turned a corner, Katherine found herself nearly run over by a much larger figure hastening in the other direction. Stumbling, Katherine looked up, seeing that it was a finely-dressed man far superior to her in height and with tousled but glowing flaxen hair. She stepped out of his way quickly, a bit confused and shaken but attempting to be courteous; it seemed that the man had some important business to attend to, else he'd not be practically bowling people over in the street. "I do apologize, sir," Katherine offered sincerely, smoothing her skirts.