She stood there, cowering under his forceful gaze, torn with indecision. She had no reason to think he should leave. She had so far loved her time in this place, and had no ill feelings toward her master. She had no knowledge of this man's story, nor his reason for being there. She knew that it would be her duty to see to her master's wishes. He had his reasons for bringing this man here, she knew.<br/><br/>Her instinct was to obey the orders of all she encountered within the manor. But this was the first time that an order conflicted with her so greatly. She quailed under the pressure. Her eyes slid from his face as her confidence melted away. Gaze focused on his feet, she dipped her head and stammered nervously.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry, sir, but... But, I... I don't know who you are, or... I mean..." she gulped, trying to find the words to say, "My master, he, he must have... had reasons... You are in no danger here. They wouldn't have nursed you only to do you harm...."