( there is something about natasha that she likes — her strength, or maybe just her familiarity. they work in tandem to unearth a few more radishes, each dusted off and put to bed in her basket. )

I'm Wen Qing. Or Lady Wen, if you like.

( as far as the crops go — she shrugs, but isn't overwhelmingly apologetic, finding the hands on work cathartic. )

I enjoy working with my hands, more. ( over her shoulder, she smiles at natasha. ) I should put it to better use out there, probably. It's difficult to get used to, though. This world.