Xzavier took a step back, thinking maybe she was right.
"Are you sure? Because this cloak and dagger thing seems a bit over the top."
She didn't answer him immediately. Instead, she reclined on the wall fully, and with a far away look in her eye, she began to narrate in a chirpy tone;
"When I first came into the governor's service, I was just a child. I used to run around with the older maids, making beds, running errands and occasionally, scrubbing in the kitchen…"
Xzavier kept mute, and looked at her interestingly as she took him on a walk through her memories.
"At first it was difficult you know. Not the tasks, but the crushing loneliness. There was no one I could talk to amongst the servants. They were mostly hung up on their own personal affairs."
She fondly touched the stem of tree she was leaning on.
