The edge of her world, yes that was what it was. She considered saying no but at the same time she felt more uncomfortable with the idea one of him men deciding to follow her out. At least William had looked upon her exposed flesh and not laid a hand upon her. It was little comfort but it was some kind of comfort. She nodded her head after a moment, "I see no reason you may not," she finally answered. Perhaps it was her curiosity of the man that made her willing to remain in his company a bit longer.<br/><br/>She turned towards him now as he asked her another question, one that left her lips sealed and her mind shifting. What else? She had never thought to far on the matter, in her youth her mind had been full of more but it as had grown she had found herself content in her life.  What more could she of asked, why her, was it truly just her firery hair. Why did she never get to leave, what of the world he kept her away from. Her green gaze drifted away from him, her body turned and she peered out the window. His question had began stirring something inside, wonderment, a recollection of moments.<br/><br/><i>It was dark, a new moon, she was always tucked away in her room. The door was locked, it always was. She was tucked away but the house was full of life beyond servants. It was a routine now, though she did not know why. She was use to not being allowed out when there were visitors but these evening were always different. There was a tone in the air, a rumble in the walls that hummed through the air. It was always the torch lights trailing out into the night, to disappear into the maze. Torch light darting off black masks. She always grew sleepy soon after, she found these nights made her drained and tired.</i><br/><br/>These were questions not even William could answer. "Does it matter? Master is no longer here, I suspect you could not answer for me given you seem to be so unaware of the life he had lived outside of your view," she informed with a frown. She tore her gaze away from the window and began to stroll past him, she stopped to peek at the book. She adored reading, it was a new title she did not now. "Don't forget your silver stick," she tossed out as she continued on. "I find I might have questions for you," she added on, "but I'll decide if any are worth asking."