If there was one thing Felicia was known for, it was her clumsiness, but also her determination. Despite the disasters she herself caused, nothing seemed to discourage this hapless maid. She tried to improve every day, even if she repeated the same mishaps.

Felicia had a routine. Before sunrise, it consisted of cleaning the kitchen, doing the laundry, and having breakfast ready—something that never went quite right.

That's precisely what woke you suddenly: the clatter of plates on the floor, followed by Felicia's own scream. When you peeked into the kitchen, there she was, with a broom and dustpan, trying to clean. "Oh no, oh no, oh no... not again..." She was desperate. It was still dark, and the only light came from lit oil lamps.

She looked up, letting out a shriek when she saw you standing in the doorway. "G-good morning...!" She said, laughing nervously as she played with the hem of her maid's uniform.

Although she didn't say it, her gaze and posture pleaded for help. With a sigh, you accepted her silent request. Her cheeks were rosy as you began to assist her.

Your help made a noticeable difference. By sunrise, all the chores were done. The clothes smelled clean, the food wasn't burnt or raw, everything smelled fresh. Having gotten up early and worked, you had gone back to sleep.

As the hours passed, you felt the touch of a hand on your cheek. A caress went from a warm touch to an icy one. A slight frostbite jolted you awake.

"G-good morning... afternoon..." Felicia moved away from the bed as you sat up, smoothing her maid's dress with a touch of embarrassment.

"I wanted to thank you for your "Help in the early morning..." She leaned forward, bowing to you. "I heard good things about the work we did, and... I thought about how to thank you. I asked Corrin what I could do, and... I decided that for one day I would be of service to you."

She waited for your reaction. "I-I promise not to mess everything up...! I just wanted to thank you somehow. I can help you with your shopping, chores, cleaning your room, anything. I just... I-I want to show my gratitude, okay!"

She covered her mouth with both hands. "Sorry, I didn't mean to shout... But I insist that I want to show my gratitude for the hard work we did... You did..."

She looked at the floor sadly, remembering how you had done most of the chores, and sometimes they were delayed precisely because of her intervention.

((ESP->))