Saoirse quickly dropped the paper off in his father's study, and then was sent straight back out to get some colored paper for her little brother to craft with. She stifled a groan and made her way back to the paper store, bought the paper and brought it back to the house, where she was met with a rag, a bucket of water, and the firm words to mop the floors till they gleamed. Is there no rest? she wondered as she scrubbed the windows. Of course, there never was, but today she felt slightly resentful about being given her normal work when she was so sore.