She has difficulty locating Lynette; not wanting to peer into every room in the castle, she finally stops a servant who leads her towards the far end of the second floor. In the small room, Lynette has an easel set up near the window; her short pencil strokes make rasping noises on the coarse parchment as she draws the view of the town below.

"My Lady?" Margaret asks quietly with a knock on the door.

Lynette turns to her; it takes a moment for her to place the maiden, "Hello Margaret."

"Hello," she replies with a curtsey, "I was wondering if you weren't too busy, perhaps you could come sit...