It is, just like she had been afraid of, incredibly easy to fall into routine at the manor. The elves treat her fondly, and buzz around her anxiously as she attempts to fix herself tea. Blinky brings her the paper each morning and sneaks her biscuits and little treats as she reads by candlelight. Even if the thought of their servitude weighs heavy on her heart, she is at least relieved they no longer shiver or tremble in her presence. (Even if the same can’t be said for the master of the manor, or any of their guests.)