At last there's the sound of light, purposeful footsteps approaching. The young man who appears a moment later is about her own age, slight and somber. He takes her in with one quick, keen look, and says, "Are you the governess?"

It's the right phrase, enough to show he's the person she's waiting for, and it's given with easy civility, like the formality it is; he's already moving toward her as he speaks. He can't be mistaken. Even if there were some other small-but-dignified human woman standing there, he's taken care to memorize her face.

It's a little unnerving, all the same, to see it on a living woman. Cassian takes care not to let that thought show.