Briar retrieved the cloth from her pocket and tossed it into the basket.

The way Miss Koç put it, it made sense. She'd just never worked for anyone that had wanted to know anything about her beyond her work-related skills. She'd already told the mistress that her family was dead.

It took her a few moments to consider before she finally said, "there isn't much to tell, miss. I'm twenty-six, I've lived here all my life."

Neither of those things were particularly interesting though.

"I like working," Briar confessed with a shrug. "Having a purpose. I've been on my own for most of my life, without much other direction."