[h1]Cyare Staunton: Unwittingly Unnerving[/h1]

"Ma'am? I do not think I am quite that old. Or that refined." Frankly, she was running out of ways to tell him to relax. Everything simply seemed to make him more and more unnerved, as though her mere presence was distinctly unsettling. Rather inconvenient, if she were perfectly honest. Getting him to relax was taking up time she had intended to spend in silence. The company wasn't unpleasant in and of itself, but the stress was going to start spreading if he didn't relax.

"Just take some deep breaths. Enjoy the hot water."