The small one nearly jumps out of the scant covering of the apron, her long, ravenish hair drips flying as Amalasuntha takes a vocal notice of her.

Someone eventually hands her a shirt, a bit on the large size even so such a small shirt. She slips it. She looks up to the woman with a impish smile and giggles.

The woman smiles back unable to not be amused by this creature that never speaks. Not a small child anymore, but she doesn't have the looks of being any older. Her body is slim and there are hips, but so narrow. Could she be...the woman shakes her head and goes back to her prior activities.

Siofra takes in the sites around her and wonders where of help she could be. She grabs of length of cord and proceeds to make a belted tie of some sort to hold the shirt in place or rather out of the way and rolls up the sleeves. She takes up the apron again folding it in the middle, tying it double.

The smell of bread is strong. The little one peeks in at it, golden brown with an air bubble here and there. Aww...done. Carefully and quickly she removes it from the oven. Using the apron for a basket she loads it up with a few fresh loaves and makes for the door just as someone makes it known the stew is done.