( Well, now. Nico likes the sound of responsible — for all it's probably the first time anyone has ever referred to her as such. Instead of giving in to another silly smile she distracts herself by reaching for her coffee again, which she sips as she listens to Hubert explain the state of Fódlan.

It's a lot to take in — not least because the idea of being born into servitude suggests a wildly old-fashioned way of life, but Nico isn't going to split hairs about that. If there's one thing Aefenglom has taught her, it's that they all seem to have come from wildly different places and periods of time. )

Wow ... you're not, um. What I imagine, when I think of a servant.

( Is that ... rude? She hopes not! )

But, it sounds like Lady Edelgard was pretty lucky to have you around. It's kinda hard to change the world on your own, right? Especially if you're gonna be doing stuff like ... orchestrating wars.

( Which ... doesn't immediately sit well with Nico, although Hubert doesn't seem like the type to agree to drastic measures unless there's no other more efficient way. She worries her lower lip between her teeth for a moment, clearly thinking about it, before letting her lips curl into a mischievous little smile. )

No wonder you seem older an' wiser than you are, huh?