Claud followed her to various shops in Sailane. She wanted out to look at baubles (maybe to sneak one home to one of her siblings).
It wasn't that Azel couldn't come with her, or she couldn't go alone, but she mentioned it to Claud (visiting him doing fatherly, priestly things as he so often did), who offered to keep her company.
"Thanks, Claud," she repeated. He called her Tailtiu instead of child. The difference didn't exist; either term, his voice was reverent. "It's nice to see you get out."
"I am not holed up in an office all day."
Sailane breathed; she didn't want to leave the closeness of Claud's long, warm side, so she didn't. He did nothing to get rid of her. He never did. (No one did, but he made no comments about who she was suppose to be.) "Enough of the day. I think you don't have fun, and even my father has fun."
"Are you calling me boring?"
Tailtiu winked, dragging him under a stall; he ducked. "I didn't say you were boring. I said you don't have fun."
"And if I did have fun?'
If? She liked her boring priest. "You wouldn't be Claud."