As Colette sat at the desk in her room, her bangs pinned up out of her face, and her brows knit in concentration, another pair of eyes were already on her.
Before her was the paperwork that the Court had sent her at her request, but the only problem was that the documents were in French.
She had a little better grasp on the language now that she’d been here for half a year, but her conversational skills and translating skills were entirely different from one another. She felt lost, looking at the different words on the page.
Nora cleared her throat from the doorway and Colette looked at her, as she felt the beginnings of a migraine creep into her skin. She rubbed her temples gently, trying to will the pain away. It sort of worked.
“Nora?”
“I figured you might need help with reading that. My French is pretty good – not perfect, but enough to help.”