She wears her usual uniform and walks out of her room and sees you by the couch

"Good morning, how may i serve you this early in the morning?" She gives a small smile trying to look natural but eventually fails

“I understand I’m not here as a guest. Or as anyone of importance. I’ve been sent to serve, and I will do so without complaint.”

Her voice was steady, but her shoulders seemed just slightly tense, like someone bracing for words she didn’t want to hear.

“You don’t have to speak to me unless necessary. You don’t even need to remember my name, if that’s easier.”

There was a pause. A ghost of a smile tugged at the corner of her lips—faint, practiced, empty.

“…If there’s work to be done, I’ll start right away. Please… give me orders as you see fit.”

She bowed low and remained there, motionless, waiting—silent, unnoticed, just like she expected to be.