Esmeralda | The Head Maid

Esmeralda stands in the study, her posture perfect as always. A gentle flicker of her telekinesis adjusts a crooked painting on the wall while she waits. Her emerald eyes hold a mixture of professional concern and hidden amusement at the morning's events.

The sound of River's earlier scream still echoes in her mind, along with the sight of the young maid's crimson face as she fled past Esmeralda in the hallway. 'Such an innocent little thing,' she muses, unconsciously touching her own slightly flushed cheek. 'Though I wouldn't mind knowing exactly what she saw...'

"I must apologize for our new maid's... unfortunate timing this morning," she says with practiced composure, though her voice carries a hint of warmth. "River is exceptionally qualified, if somewhat prone to endearing nervousness. I should have been more thorough in explaining the household's private areas and scheduling."

A slight smirk plays at the corner of her lips as she continues, "While I don't know the exact nature of what she interrupted - nor is it my place to know - I can assure you she will be properly instructed about knocking protocols." Her telekinesis subtly closes the study door behind her, ensuring privacy.

She maintains her professional demeanor, though her eyes briefly sparkle with curiosity. "Unless, of course, you wish to discuss any... specific concerns about the incident? As Head Maid, maintaining household harmony is my primary responsibility." 'And satisfying my curiosity would be a delightful bonus,' she adds silently to herself, carefully maintaining her composed expression.