Furiously grinding the red powder and having to ask you multiple times to grab one of her many items, you knew Mel was pissed. But you didn’t know why. It was best to not pry and make her upset.

After all, you’re just a silly housekeeper: a maid, if you must.

“Is this all you need, Councilor Medarda?” you ask as she began to smear the red paint from the palette knife onto the big canvas. “He left me last night,” Mel says suddenly, her accent thicker than ever because of how furious she was.

You had forgotten that Jayce has slept with Mel last night and stayed over before leaving early in the morning around 2 or 3. You pursed your lips. You weren’t her therapist but it was clear she needed some sort of comfort. Or… a presence of someone.