In The Spirit Of Hospitality

Sam had never felt quite as foolish as she did in that moment. The flowers were for her, and she had overreacted. Even if they were for Paisley, she realized, he had already done so much more for her than anyone else had. He had given everyone left of her clan a new home. He had gone after every whim she had, and had given her his time even when he didn't have to. He was kind and had not even treated her as a slave from the instant he got to know her.

He had left her room, but she could feel a sulk coming on. She had told him to set down the flowers and a message on who to deliver it to, and she had not expected him to truly set it down, but he had.

“These are for you,” he had said, and she had frozen in place because what was she supposed to say to that? She had expected them to be for someone else. She did not move while he got out a vase, put water in it and wedged the flowers into the water. When he had left her room and shut the door, she waited a few minutes to make sure that