Kovac’s expression was mirrored for a second, but she gave him a nod. This would give her a little time to think of an appropriate question. Haya stepped aside though, letting both Avora take lead so she could closely follow in their footsteps. That was far easier than to try and navigate through the crowd on her own.
By the time they’d managed to reach the far end of the Stained Glass Gallery, Haya had made up her mind. She let her cane rest against the edge of the table on which the drinks were presented, enabling herself to pour not one, but two glasses of wine. While carefully handing one over to Kovac she spilled her question. “Am I of practical use?”
The drudge tilted her head slightly to the side, curious for what the halfblood’s answer might be. Identifying herself with the depiction on her medallion, and thus referring to it with ‘I’ instead of ‘it’ only enhanced the duality of her question, but that had been her intention. She knew many thought of the people in her caste as useless, but as a matter of fact, the whole of Wind Reach depended on them to get a great deal of work done. And though Kovac’s answer would surely be related to the wood on her back, his expression might give her a little insight on his thoughts regarding the other topic.