He stopped right behind her trembling form who was looking at the gun which was underlying the pillow. She started to scoot more back but stopped when she felt his feet touching her. She froze right at her place while he thought she was being scared of the gun. He bent down and held her shoulders feeling her trembling form beneath his palm.
She flinched but stood rooted at her place. He made her stand at a side and picked the glass from the bed side table and handed it to her but she slowly shook her head in denial because the servants were not allowed to have anything from the expensive utensils. Without caring for her negative response he thrust the glass in her small hands and charged towards the gun.
He didn't look at her while picking the gun up and tucking it in the back of his pants. He turned towards her shaking form who was still standing with her head lowered and the glass of water in her hands.
"Do you work." he said simply and walled out of the room in the balcony.
