Briar's smile seemed to widen, if only by a fraction. It was a purpose she could put herself fully into: keeping Miss Koç's secret. It was not her place to judge what made the mistress happy -- it was her job to make sure that she was able to keep doing it. To protect her, she supposed, even if that judgement came from the woman's own brother.

She followed to the parlor, hands clasped together in front of her. There was a short delay before she realized that the mistress wished for her to sit beside her.

"Dreams?" she repeated, taking her place beside Nisa on the loveseat. "I'd have to think about it..."

Did she have any dreams? Goals for the future? Not really. She'd never been able to think that far from the present moment. Briar settled back into the loveseat a bit as she thought it over.

"I would like to... be comfortable, one day. To work because I want to, and not because I have to. And... have a family," Briar answered, though she sounded a little unsure at the end. She hadn't ever connected much with her own, and she certainly didn't want another child -- but other people made families sound like a nice thing to have.