"I do," Aria said carefully, though her idea of duty and a practical person's idea of duty varied distinctly. It was why she was considering giving this whore thing a go. It seemed like so much less work than practical jobs around the house. If she forgot a particular step, it would be a lot easier to improvise than if she happened to forget that she was to dust a room or help with chop vegetables for dinner.
Carefully, the fae stepped into the room, looking around and taking in how the whole little space reminded her of her Mistress. "I can tell. You don't have to pretend, but you can if you want to. I'll play along." She sank to her knees, not so much a sign of submission as it was her liking to sit on the floor or the ground. "Why don't you go ask for her back?" It was one of the few logical conclusions Aria could glean from the whirlwind of surface thoughts and things of sense. "Whoever bought her might be willing to sell her back to you. I could go too. I'm good at lightening moods and making people more likely to bargain," she added, serious and matter-of-fact.