Another day begins.

Fi awakens in the morning. Thankfully, most of those inappropriate feelings have subsided after a night of rest, though it wasn't exactly easy to fall asleep. She gets up, dresses in her servant uniform, and eats breakfast with the other staff. It's a simple meal, but she doesn't ask for much. Fi is content with what she has, especially given that she's quite aware that one could have far less. Her stomach is soon filled, at least enough to fuel her cleaning spree. To get over her embarrassing day before, she decides that she must work even harder! The manor will be spotless. Though before she can stand and prepare for her shift, the door opens.

The young man standing in the doorway is Lord Faroe, also known as the first and therefore eldest son of house Brimsley. As always, his golden locks are neatly combed back, and the gust of air from the door swinging open wafts the scent of lilacs to Fi's nose. He wears a finely knit, pure white shirt and a tight pair of black pants. It's far quieter than his outfits tend to be--no suit in sight. However, it's still more than he was wearing when Fi caught him changing in his room the other day.

"I require assistance," he speaks loud and clear. "All of my siblings are presently occupied, and I simply refuse to perform my routine alone. One of you shall be allowed to accompany me.

"Y-Yes, sir!" speaks up a boy behind her.

"But I shall choose at random. I don't want to play favourites... Let me see here." He points forwards at Fi, and then begins to gesture at each other in the room, following a clockwise pattern. "Eeny meeny miny moe. Catch a goblin by the toe. If he snarls let him go. Eeny meeny miny moe."

The finger is pointing straight back at her.

She looks left and right, and then back to him. "Me?"

"Yes, if that is fine with you. Please, follow me. It isn't hard work. Actually, it's very relaxing," he says. "It'll be only us, in private. You have nothing to worry about."

"... In private," she whispers under her breath. "Y-Yes. Of course not. Lead the way, m'lord."

"Excellent. Carry on, everybody else. Apologies for the interruption." He then turns on his heel and begins marching back down the hall. Behind him, Fi quickly hurries along and catches up.

"But I have barely done my hair!" she calls out as she goes.

"Oh please. You look wonderful," he says.

I d-do?