After all that, wait patiently for her decision.
Sounds like a plan.
You unfurl the bedsheet and fold it up nicely, then do the same to the trousers.
You take a deep breath and approach the door. All you can do now is let whatever happens… happen.
You tell Quill-Weave you’re returning the pants and sheet you borrowed. You don’t need them anymore because it turned out you have magical powers and the people at the Mages Guild gave you a free robe. You haven’t found a job yet, but did make friends with a priestess at the chapel and she healed those cuts on your arm.
You thank Quill-Weave for all her hospitality, and say that you’re ready to hear whatever she decided.
Quill-Weave says you’ve kind of taken her off-guard. She was wholeheartedly expecting you to show up at her doorstep drunk, naked, and doing unspeakable things to a pineapple. She thought about it hard over the last two hours and came up with a whole bunch of berating stuff she was going to say to you, and then she was going to surprise you by still offering you a second chance to deliver that letter to Kvatch. But you’ve sort of thrown a wrench in that whole plan.
Give her a sec, she wants to start over.
Katia! Welcome back! Come on inside; feel free to leave those anywhere.
Quill-Weave apologizes for the mess. She honestly didn’t think she was in any danger of looking like a slob by comparison. Seriously, what the fuck happened to you? You look good.
You tell her all about how you were accidentally starting fires yesterday, so today you went to the Mages Guild and learned you had latent pyrokinetic abilities. You can’t really control it yet, but they gave you a magic amulet that helps. You have a lot of practicing to do before you can learn spells, but you’re actually looking forward to it. Quill-Weave is impressed and commends your enthusiasm.
You admit that you feel a whole lot better knowing the two of you are still on okay terms. You’re really sorry about what happened last night and are still willing to do whatever you can to make up the damages to her house. You heard her mention the courier job was still open?
Quill-Weave says her actual plan was to offer you the job, but with the stipulation that you would be given no money for the journey. She was going to ask you to deliver the letter and get the new book if possible, but to find your own ways to fund it.
Which doesn’t seem like much of a job, but…
Well, she was thinking it over, and maybe what you really need is simply someone to believe in you. Someone to give you a difficult task and tell you that you can probably do it yourself.
Of course, she understands sending you off without any aid may be a little daunting. If you’re not up to the task, you could always find some other way to pay her back. She won’t take offense to it.