She just looked up at him and and gave a gentle smile. "<span style="color: #BF00BF">Please. I have no money to pay you, but I can make a nice dinner if you like. I have some herbs in my pouch on my staff. It's all I have to offer you. I'm but a poor waitress from my village, but I can also mend your clothes, and I can do your laundry if you like. Besides, I owe you for saving my life... Thank you for that, I didn't mean to seem ungrateful...</span>" she said softly. Her voice wavered and she looked down seeming ashamed that she had forgotten her manners. She was taught better than that, but seeing her village destroyed, seeing her father gone and having only the two items left, she was scared and didn't know how to behave after what had happened. "<span style="color: #BF00BF">I'm sorry I didn't thank you first...</span>" she said and it was clear that a tear had fallen and stained the the only untouched spot on her dress.<br/><br/>She trembled a little and hung her head in shame and gripped her dress at her sides. "<span style="color: #BF00BF">Please...Sir...Take me to get my belongings?</span>" she asked. She wasn't asking him to fetch them, but rather to take her to get them. "<span style="color: #BF00BF">I'll try to keep up and I'll try to be as useful as I can.</span>" she said. She certainly wasn't like any other distressed damsel. She was proving to be a little stronger and not not letting herself be taken over by fear and offering anything over something that really wasn't a huge importance, she just simply wanted to have something of her parent's, now that she was alone.