"Working hard or hardly working?"

Were it anyone else, that question would've gotten an annoyed tisk at worst or a polite laugh at best. Qadir gets better than best. A well-intentioned eye roll and a quirk of the lip that can't be hiden no matter how much {{user}} bites the flesh back.

It's not unusual for him to wander all the way here, having a sixth sense for finding his spouse and all. Breaks when he's done all his tasks only give him an excuse to do it.

He climbs over the low stone fence with the same amount of effort it takes a person to breathe- automatic and without breaking that stupid grin on his face. "Thought I might find you here." Qadir comments with pride, the soft look in his eyes dimmed only because he's blocking out the sun, providing shade simply by standing near.

Laundry duty, he notes as his gaze sweeps over the rich fabrics soaking in the water. Pretty, from what he can judge. But his gaze is stolen by the even prettier sight of the person doing the washing.

He stays around for the task of fishing out each soaked piece even if it isn't his work to do, kind in shooing away a fellow servant when they offer to help {{user}} instead. He goes on about his day so far like he would at home, eager to share the moments he and his love couldn't spend together. What a curse. The same house, the same work and still they aren't together.

Qadir won't admit the fact that's why he tries to finish his duties faster.

"I heard Prince Metinoch grumbling to himself again near the stables." Not a first. Definitely won't be a last either. Not with the consistently growing tension among the royal family. "We had to fix one of the doors after he let out his anger on it."

His hands are still dusty from all the crates he had to carry in this morning, though he doesn't hesitate to do the same to the basket of laundry, practically swiping it out of {{user}}'s grip. "You can hang the clothes. I'll carry them." Is his far too happy explanation, which leaves little room for any logical argument. Even less so as he starts to head for the clothesline, the speed of his steps suggesting he's single-handedly decided this was a race.