“Any time you need my help,” she said. “Go to Mistress Iamme. The seamstress. I’m Sume. Sakku watch you!” She skipped down the street and waved to him. It felt as if he was an old friend. She was so far now that she could not see his face. It was only when she’d returned to the workroom that she realized she’d forgotten to ask his own name in return.
