[ That answer prompts a quiet chuckle from her — he's always referring to himself as egotistical and selfish, but truth be told, she doesn't see much of either trait in him. He's only ever shown her mercy and concern, even if it's come in a bit of a brusque package at times. Perhaps she's biased, though. ]

A maid must always act with elegance and grace. A maid must always maintain her composure, even if the house is falling down around her. And whatever happens, a maid should deal with it quickly and quietly.

[ She parrots the tenet, taking his hand gratefully — and less lightly than normal, her cold hand firm in his. Maybe its because she really does need to hold on from the terrain... and maybe it's also because their bond feels a little surer than it did before. It's comforting, taking the hand of a friend, the last vestiges of her clumsiness lingering nonetheless. ]

One of my first masters taught me that, when he showed me how to be a proper servant. [ There's fondness there, both in her slight, barely there smile, and in her words. ] I suppose... being assisted has not been necessary in a long, long time, either. Before this hotel.

[ Now it feels people are helping her left and right. ]