That was true enough, she supposed. Perhaps once she spent more time with the mistress and the lifestyle she led, she would find interests of her own to tell her.

Briar continued on, working diligently even when Miss Koç was not there to see it. She paused only temporarily when the lady returned, violin in tow, before pushing on with her given task. The walls were wiped clean, the sink was shined as best as the broken pieces could be, the floor was mopped once to loosen the dried blood and viscera and then again to really clean it off.

All went down the drain, wringed from her cloth and pressed from her mop. Briar finally began cleaning the tub again, wiping up what remained of the bloody mess.

"That is beautiful, miss," she offered after a while, once the task was nearly done. "You play very well. Where did you learn?"