Aina never finds her missing companions, after they're chased out of their house.  She asks around but no one's seen them.  If they hated her that much they could have run off into the woods with the others, she thinks, but she doesn't have the wherewithal to try any harder to track them down, however pissed off she is about them disappearing on her at the first opportunity.  She hangs out with Tillia and her elf for a good long while, but they don't really have a lot in common even after Aina learns to sound out words and can pick her way through a simple text.  She saves up money, less the occasional irresistible splurge, and by the time the convention's out she can rent a little storefront in the cheap smallfolk quarter of the city and try out selling clothes for folks her size, so they don't wind up in children's things and altered tallfolk stuff.

It turns out that while she can make clothes all right, she has no head for business.  She's too easily swayed by smiling purveyors acting like she's important; not even when she had a vote in the Constitutional Convention did anyone feel moved to smile at her and act like she was important like that, even though back then she was in fact fairly important.  She's too excited by short-term one-time limited-availability deals.  She's not easy to convince to dispense discounts and freebies with a sob story, though that doesn't stop people from trying, but she is hopelessly incompetent at noticing and responding to inventory shrinkage.

She winds up bust after less than a year, with the inventory cluttering up her apartment.  She sews it up into various stuff and sells it on to savvier proprietors, and keeps afloat like that for a while, never quite managing to use up the whole stash at once because she keeps buying or weaving more fabric to complete projects she began with what she already had, but eventually the mass of it is manageable.  In the meantime she dates but can't find anyone who'll stick around, and winds up pregnant once but thankfully loses it before she even finds who to go to about the right herbs or punch in the stomach for that.

She reads the paper when there's a paper up and publishing, since she can read now, though she doesn't buy one every day.  (It takes her a while to pick through one.)  Some four years after the convention she answers an ad for a lady's maid position.  It's basically a whim, but she does think it sounds pretty nice; a lady's maid will spend most of her time in the same environments as the lady, so it seems like it would have to be cushy, and the ad prominently mentions sewing and embroidery as prominent subtasks and that's all Aina's good at anyway.

She gets an interview.  She doesn't think she performs especially well in it, but maybe the lady (not a real lady, a merchant's daughter who rubs shoulders with Osirian traders and needs something that passes for a chaperone to be respectable to them) thinks it's classy to have a real convention delegate for a servant.  Aina follows her around, and adjusts her clothes for her while she grows her last few inches, and stays on to adjust them further when she gets married and then pregnant, and fetches things and takes messages and makes the bed and in general it's fine.

Aina dies in her late thirties of dysentery, too incapacitated to beg to be brought before the Arch-healer, let alone to make the case that a former delegate is worth the money even if a maid isn't, and she goes to Hell.