The expression upon the servant's face sunk, and likewise, a smirk formed upon Aire's lips. He continued to stand with his arms crossed, looking up at the woman as she returned to work. Still, her movements were forced and stiff, almost pained. Another sigh threatened to escape, this time one of sympathy, nonetheless frustrated. It would be cruel of him as a future ruler to force a servant to continue working through some kind of obvious pain. He cleared his throat, drawing the servant's attention to himself, and gestured for her to come down.

"Come here. What is wrong with you?"

Though the question was meant to be meaningful and concerned, he still used the same harsh tone.