“I didn’t know that, no,” Emmis said, puzzled.
“But Lord Ildirin said that you might need an assistant.”
Understanding dawned.
Emmis looked at her, at the round face and generous bosom, and remembered how she had carefully saved his belongings for him when he had run off without them. He didn’t really know her, but he thought he might enjoy changing that.
“So you want a job?” he asked.
She nodded.
He smiled. “I think we can arrange something,” he said.
She smiled back. “I’d love that,” she said.
And Emmis was fairly certain that neither of them was only discussing employment.