(no subject)

The trouble with Iskierka, and the problems with her are numerous, is that he’s not used to having so much. It’s not in his nature to waste. His mother scrimped and saved to raise him and his brothers and, when she could no longer manage, she sent him to the Corps. And he thrived, he did, but he never really lost the habit of making do.

Which brings him to shirts.

It is not too disastrous, a split seam, but it isn’t in him to throw it away. So he strips out of the shirt and, dressed in breeches and not much else, he finds needle and thread.

And Iskierka never needs to know.