She says "Oxygen's overrated"

Bonnie woke up earlier than she should this morning, but she was weirdly nervous. Today, her first task would be to help lady Chasky Vylasar with her morning; dressing, brushing and braiding her hair, those kinds of things. She had gotten a quick briefing from the servant that normally did those things, but she still didn't know entirely what to expect. She had seen lady Chaska around the castly before, but never spoken to her, and she didn't know what character she had. She was determined to do things right, to maybe get the lady to trust her a little. If she did well, she might get this task more often, and it would be really beneficial for her to get closer to one of the Vylasars, if only to get more information or more priviliges. She was no longer the little sister of the chief - around here, she was a nobody, and Bonnie didn't really like that very much. She dressed herself - no need for help here, because the outfit she wore was a lot more simple than the elegant and sometimes extravagant dresses worn by the rich. Oh, if she was one of them, the dresses she would wear.. She put her hair in a simple braid and because she had woken up so early, she had time to stop by the kitchen for a quick and simple breakfast. The cook was already hard at work and it was already too hot in the kitchen, so she didn't stay long because she didn't want to show up all sweaty and smelling of food. Then she made her way to lady Chaska's bedroom, where she knocked on the door three times before folding her hands in a demure pose and waiting until she was let in.

When the door opened, Bonnie came face to face with the crumpled noble. For a second, she looked her right in the eyes, before remembering her position and directing her gaze downwards. "Good morning, Lady Vylasar", she greeted, politely but a little unsure if that was the right way to address the woman standing before her. She had no problem addressing people by their titles - but it felt a little weird when the woman who stood before her looked nothing like a lady in this moment. Dressed in a loose tunic and an even looser pair of pants, maybe not even hers, with her hair in a mess and bags underneath her eyes, as if she had slept only a few hours. She looked more like a servant herself - Bonnie was at this moment more put together. But that was her job, ofcourse; to wake up at the crack of dawn and get the nobles ready for their very important day. She stepped into the room when lady Chaska invited her in. The lady yawned - yeah, she clearly did not get a lot of sleep. She wondered what she had been doing; although, perhaps it was not such a big mystery. The tunic could easily be from a man, although there was no man to be seen in this room. That would have een awkward for her. Bonnie scraped her throat, a little uncomfortable, a little unsure how to begin. She assumed the lady would give her some kind of instruction. Or was she expected to know what to do? "Shall I run you a bath?", she offered after a second of awkward silence. Perhaps that would give the lady a moment to relax, to scrub away her tiredness and the.. Uhm.. Proof of last night. If she had been doing what Bonnie assumed, at least.