The way the servant worked was flawless. Again, Aire knew nothing about her other than her general personality, so he wasn't sure how long she'd been doing work. In fact, he didn't know what all was her responsibilities in this castle. After all, there were many servants and he couldn't keep track of the jobs of each one. However it was apparent that she not only did cleaning, but cooking as well. Typical enough, though, he figured. Most females handled the inside and males the out.

Her tensing did not go unnoticed, making Aire feel a little guilty. He hadn't meant to upset her work, and hoped that he could stand there a few moments longer while she tried to work in peace. The sarcastic way she'd curtsied didn't even register or bother him much.

"May I be of assistance?" she asked, much to his surprise.

"No," he replied, voice softer than when he'd spoken to her early that morning. "I was hoping you were here so that- that I could apologize for this morning. I hope you are...feeling better," the last sentence came out more as an inquiry than a statement, and he peered at her with concern.