Ky felt some of the tension in her shoulders relax at the reassurance, and she smiled a bit back at him. He was so decent. So understanding.
"Yes, ma'am." Ky nodded, then looked back at Loquitur. "What..." She didn't know how to phrase her question. 'What are your expectations?' felt stiff and distant. It's not the tone she wanted. "... What does it mean, to be a Loquitur... daughter... sir? -- Sorry." She would break the habit. "I... mean... what would I -- I mean..." She furrowed her brow. "What do you hope for?"
