"She remembers my cape, Galen." Orm says, before turning his gaze to Willow. Interesting name for a selkie.

"Hello, Willow. I have some duties for you. You'll be helping me with my capes and anything else I tell you."

Orm looks at Galen. "My valet is getting old and can't reach very far. She likes my capes. And I doubt she'll be up to anything more complicated than clasps and light cleaning."

Practical.

"And she won't be bothered if she's under my personal protection. She's had enough trauma."