Miss Koç stepped out of the way, but returned to Briar's space before she could even think of leaving the bloody scene. When soft hands settled on her shoulders, her eyes darted to them, but she didn't look perturbed by the contact.

In fact, she took the lack of distance as well as she'd taken everything else: with an unaffected outward air.

She wasn't so calm of a person, at least not when it came to things that upset her. Blood and a busted sink? That didn't upset her much. She'd seen worse.

Briar wasn't sure if she was meant to take Nisa's assurances as a threat or as some form of comfort.

Eh. Didn't much matter the difference.

"I'd never tell a soul about your business, miss," she urged, brows furrowed in a serious expression. "And I'm a hard worker. You don't need to worry none about that. If you're loyal to me, I will always be loyal to you."