Salviana spun around at the sound of a voice behind her, startled to find Priscilla—the maid who had passed by earlier—standing there with a slight, knowing smile. Priscilla looked eager but cautious, her eyes darting briefly around, as though ensuring their privacy.
"You?" Salviana asked, surprise coloring her tone.
"Yes, my lady," Priscilla replied with ease, her formality laced with a hint of mischief.
Salviana blinked, pressing a hand to her chest in mild shock at the unexpected offer. "Help... with what, exactly?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.
"Information, of course—about your husband." Priscilla's voice dropped a notch as she added, "I'm not going to the market with the others. I thought, perhaps, I could offer you a little insight."
Salviana hesitated, her thoughts swirling with both intrigue and uncertainty. After a brief pause, she nodded. "Very well. Come along."
