Tahiri looks at her apprentice; she hefts the box of the young girl’s possessions, shifting it on her hips as Noelani drops a final tunic into the box at her feet. Noelani turns towards Tahiri, a grin on her face, happy that she is moving from the barracks to their new shared quarters. Tahiri returns the grin. “You sure this is the last of it?” Noelani picks up the box at her feet and looks up at her, her blue eyes flashing with amusement. “Yes, I think this is everything. Of course once Papa finds out that I was moved to larger quarters he might send me more things.” “Yes, Master.”