She hoped that her speaking casually was a good thing. From the other woman's tone, she couldn't quite tell, but at least she'd smiled when she said it. That was a good sign.

Briar released the mop when Nisa reached for it, letting it be pulled from her grip. The rag was slipped into one of her many pockets, and she gave a nod, moving to follow after the mistress.

When Miss Koç glanced over her shoulder, the maid managed another smile. It was easier this time -- more genuine. The previous had been too, but there was a discomfort in the way that Briar smiled, as if she wasn't quite used to doing it.

"Thank you," she said again, a little softer. "What would you like to know?"