Amora stared at Drinian, slightly embarrassed about the topic he had picked, when she heard Hilda shout for him. He excused himself, leaving the girl to eat alone. Though she didn't eat another bite. She strained to hear what they were talking about, but she could already guess; it was about her. She felt like she had overstepped some boundary, one likely set by Hilda herself. The muttering quieted down, and she stiffened in her seat as Hilda's head popped out from around the doorway.<br/><br/>"Master says he's going to bed now, not feeling well. He asks you to clean up after your done. See you in the morning, bright and early! Looking forward to working with you on breakfast tomorrow, honey dear? Master likes those puff cake thingys, you know?"<br/><br/>Amora swallowed, looking nervously at the woman. She was up to something, judging from the eager grin on her face. She left Amora to herself, though the slave girl stood quickly, taking the bowls and silverware from the table. She lost her appetite very quickly, wondering what was going to happen to her tomorrow. She walked over to the kitchen, to be met with a small congregation of servants. She passed by them, hearing them mutter and whisper things behind her back. "Don't make eye contact Amora, don't." she whispered quickly to herself as she entered the kitchen.<br/><br/>Plunging the dishes into the lukewarm soapy water, she thought of what her master said to her. "Because, you know ... there is someone that I just met that I rather enjoy being around. You know ..." She shook the thought away as soon as it appeared, it was ridiculous! A lord, in love with a slave? What a notion! Her face felt hot just thinking about it. Drying off the dishes and placing them on the counter, she headed back to the room, pausing to glance over at where her lord's room was. The door was shut. She shook her head again, entering her new room and shutting the door with a sigh.<br/><br/>"It's not true... it couldn't be..." she mumbled, slipping under the sheets. "He couldn't, could he?" She slid into a more comfortable position, thinking about it. "He hasn't known me for more than a few hours, how could he..." She shook her head, then laid it back on the pillow, letting the waves of sleep envelope her.