Lion Head Mesa purgatory

Thin legs quiver and lips part, a wildfire gaze cast in the Queen's direction. That was not a question she had anticipated being asked, nor did she have a true answer for it.
I-it's what I was raised to be good at, perhaps it would be embarrassing later, but Inji feels the need to let this woman in. She is young, not unlike her; it did not feel as if she was speaking to a superior, somehow! I come from a small family who-- who sells themselves, to get by, her head tilts inquisitively. I may not be of-- of royal blood, or have special training, but I am good at what I do. she reiterates this, as if she is advertising herself. It's the only thing I've ever done.

In truth, she did not know if it made her happy — but even so, she cannot imagine serving this Queen would be so bad.