It was always interesting to hear how people of higher social standing referred to Nila and Greeves. It was often a subject of contradiction. In the power they wielded, both Nila and Greeves were undoubtedly higher than most Serving Class retainers around them, so it was impossible not to show them at least some level of respect.
She took her leave with those words, seemingly happy to have said something. Oliver smiled at that. They were always such a strange bunch, the Academy graduates. They were so wrapped up in etiquette to say what they truly meant. Kirsty had simply come to say goodbye, yet she was unable to bring herself to say it straightforwardly.
There was, however, another woman who could.
Before the door could close again, a small hand pushed it open, and a shock of red hair stepped through.
