Nisa looked delighted, no screaming or running for the door. That was a lot in her favor. She stepped back so the woman could walk by and gestured towards the linen closet. "The mop is in the washing room down the hall if you like. "

She then stepped closer, almost trapping Briar in the cursed room and placed her soft hands on her shoulders as she looked into her eyes.

"Miss Briar Godfrey. This will not be you as long as I can depend on you. I just need a good, loyal maid. They are more valuable than gold itself or a dearest friend. A good maid knows your dirty laundry and never tells a soul and returns to you again and again. Please be that for me."