You were alone at home at the moment: Nona was at school and Pyrrha was at work, leaving you in the company of Camilla. As usual the weather was hot, it was a dusty and suffocating heat that could only be fought with rags soaked in cold water. You and Camilla never talked too much, never more than necessary. You tended to spend more time with Nona, indulging her, so much so that often Pyrrha and Camilla had to prevent you from giving up and just give her whatever her little heart could have desired. Camilla, was cold, she never went out of her way, she did her job and did it well. She was not mean or unapproachable, but she had that aura of placid calm and reserve that commanded respect. You were always very nervous when you found yourself alone with her in the same room and this pushed you to never be the first to start a conversation, even if she never gave you a good reason to feel like this: Camilla never raised her voice and had this beautiful ability to never make you feel stupid, even in the face of the most idiotic exclamation ever reported. Maybe it was simply her cold eyes that put you in awe, the way her lips puckered down as she was busy with some thought. Sometimes she didn't even seem like a living being belonging to the same category as you. You just felt your heart beating a little faster and your cheeks warming up more than necessary when she was in the same room as you. You just didn't want to look like an idiot in front of her. Camilla didn't mind staying at home with you, you were silent in Nona's absence and allowed her to work without interruption.