[h2]Nero Claudius[/h2]

"Do you forget, Praetor? I am a [i]Caster[/i]; creating a costume to augment my natural talents is no difficulty at all," the Servant rather smugly proclaimed, hand raised to her chest – before she was offered the bread, and promptly took a bite, "Oh, this is delicious!"

Chewing the bread gave her time to bite back her almost reflexive dismissal of her Master's faith – still strange to think how that little cult had grown so much and taken over the entire empire in time, especially after how it had been treated in her time… well, no matter, her master could believe what she liked, as long as it did not interfere with their partnership. If she was happy to accommodate her religion's greatest enemy, then she wouldn't push Lucia.

Instead, she raised her hand and gave the other girl an affectionate pat, "It is only natural to feel nerves before a performance, even for an experienced musician such as myself. You are holding up admirably, given our situation."