Alier was being much too polite to the witch girl, she was obviously a 'not' a human and thus should not have been treated as one. But of course, this was not her place to say, so the servant girl simply curtsied to no one in particular, giving the polite gesture to only the room itself and turning away to return to her kitchen duties. She felt more comfortable there anyways, the kitchen was somewhere Azil spent a lot of time, it was homey and it would still be at this moment if she hadn't left the stove burning.. The soup was nearly boiling over it's pot when she entered the secluded room that was beginning to fill with smoke, as if by instinct she ran to the blackening pot, picking it up by the hot metal handles and placing onto the opposing counter to cool. Her arms recoiled at the heat in the process, but she'd been so used to this sorta for a long time, hardened nerves of steel.

The food though, was still good.

"[i]Soup's ready![/i]" Azil announces, taking the nearby wooden spoon to stir it thoroughly.