"I can't believe I'm doing this," Joline stammered as she stood beside Dryzza, her fingers nervously adjusting the apron around her waist. She scanned the room, her eyes flicking from one servant to another, each absorbed in their tasks.
She's evidently anxious about the entire situation.
The work they were about to embark on, though seemingly mundane, carried consequences far beyond their immediate understanding. Joline couldn't shake the thought that one wrong move could unravel everything they were trying to preserve.
Dryzza, on the other hand, appeared unfazed. She casually adjusted her maid outfit, the very one Joline had loaned her. Her movements were steady, her expression calm. "What are you so scared about?" Dryzza asked, her voice carrying an air of nonchalance.