"They are rather..." she trailed off, afraid if she spoke ill of Magnus to the woman who he was beginning to woo by some stretch of the imagination. She began to neaten things up while the other bathed. "There is a lot of unhappiness here. A lot of discord." She frowned as she made the bed. Her stomach churned with the apprehension regarding all of this. "The master has seemed to become lost in his own head as of late, but some of it is understandable. His son did commit some bad crimes and then was shot to death by several shots in... the place you work for. I am sure if you intend on staying, you should be... strong of will. But I beg of you, do not disclose that I told you these things. This is the only job I've ever known."