Nisa watched her new maid worked, but was not so rude as to stare. She let her eyes wander from the form of Briar at the tub to around the room, eyeing her own handy work.
"Indeed, when one must life frugally, it means we do not waste time or supplies on unnecessary things. So feel free to tell me things you like, and I will do my best since I am not picky in what I eat. And if I feel strongly enough on a food, we will have that." It seemed quite simple to her, and the easiest solution.

She listened to Briar walk out of the room, and moved out of the room to avoid getting blood on herself, but she didn't watch where she went. She did listen though, to see if perhaps she'd go to the kitchen or to the fireplace for a poker. Would she notice one at a strange angle? The other woman did not, she could in fact still see her from the corner of her eye as she went to the closet. A smile came to her face when the woman returned and actually spoke. Most would be terrified into silence. Like a lamb who thought they heard a wolf. The other maids would be quiet and hoped to be overlooked and forgotten, to be a phantom in the house who cleaned and never thought of. This one spoke to her of hobbies.

She let her eyes linger over the room, noticing the way the droplets clung to the wall. "Oh yes, I have a few hobbies. I like ... embroidery. And scrap booking." Oh if only her brother ever discovered her little book, would he turn her in? Doubtful. Her father had seen it and turned himself in. She didn't want her brother to do the same, she'd have to get married all over again.