You sound almost like you have someone in mind. Oh dear Riva responded with a laugh, adding the last only as the other woman's hair tumbled around her shoulders. It was indeed a pretty sight and she didn't mind it but with Cateline's hands so shaky she doubted she could fix it herself. She enjoyed the view of the chestnut curls a moment before she stood and swept behind the other woman. Her nimble fingers were soon combing through the other woman's hair to find the pins, each of which she would attach to her gloves for the moment. She played a lady now but she'd been a handmaiden a time or two as well so the behavior came to her easily.

Riva was only playing the rich widow now because a grateful friend had left it to her. They had not been lovers but he had no other real friends or family, most of his so called friends abandoning him when he grew ill as they were afraid of catching the same deadly disease. Riva, being immune to disease, had stayed with him and nursed him in the lingering years even as he ultimately grew bed ridden. To keep others from trying to rob him blind which would only make his remaining days even more miserable she had agreed to marry him, unaware he had only asked because he intended to leave it all to her in gratitude. An older man sending away for a pretty young wife was hardly new in any era so no one batted an eye, if anything they had inwardly applauded her for staying with him when she could have taken a few valuables and ran. So the role of Lady was given to her in the simple act.

Now, however, she fell back into the role of handmaiden easily for the other woman as she could for anyone she genuinely liked... even if anyone else who tried to get her to serve them would get a nasty surprise. So she combed the other woman's curls gently, finding each pin with ease. She then began to put the silky strands back up in a similar but slightly more stable hairstyle as Cateline had put it in before. Soon every curl was in it's proper place, a few left to fall delicately over Cateline's pretty and innocent looking young face. She smiled to herself as she completed the task before she once again moved to the chair she had been sitting in earlier.

"There, beautiful in order instead of chaos once more" She announced with a warm smile. She thought nothing of how flirtatious it sounded, she saw no reason not to call things beautiful when she thought so. She only then glanced towards the baked goods that remained whole, there were not many. She wondered how Cateline's profits would do in these harsh times... For Riva it was easy, she had no real costs and had only to buy food for the live in servants. She took care of them in 'gratitude for their faithful service during her 'husband's illness' she said, and in such troubled times they did not dare question it but simply accepted this. The truth was simpler, Riva was a soft touch and they did provide her food of her own kind now and then...