Mila stiffened slightly more as she heard the deep, dark voice of Don Rossetti. When he took her hand and placed it on his elbow, she almost jerked her hand back away from him, offended he thought she would need his help, but something stilled her. She could feel the lords unsettling aura coming off of him in waves, causing her senses to be thrown off somewhat. "I don't need help. People can watch where they are going, if not they must be more blind than me my lord," Mila stated with a respectful tone. Gripping his arm tightly as a loose cobblestone tripped her up, Mila gasped softly and held onto his arm with both hands, refusing to fall or if she was, to fall alone.<br/><br/>The cold air of Don's home hit her warm skin, causing a shiver to run down her spine. A yearning rose up inside of her for the warmth of the sun, almost tempting her to pull away and run back to the world outside. However, Mila just continued to use the lord as her guide, instead turning her attention to the sounds and smells of the home. Listening to the servants bustling about the home, the smells of the kitchen drifted towards her, telling her it was soon to be dinner time. But Mila already knew she wouldn't touch the food, not while her family was barely scraping by.<br/><br/>Mila reached out and felt along the arm of the chair, sitting herself down, pulling away from the lords help. For a strange reason, she felt no harsh or negative feelings toward the man for taking her away from her family, no matter the reason behind it. Maybe it was because she was chosen instead of her sisters, or maybe it was because her family would be receiving help that it did not bother her.<br/><br/>"My lord, I do not need to know why I am here. It is for a good reason I am assuming, otherwise, I would not have been treated so well up to this point. You should not feel the need to explain your actions to me, for I am but a commoner in your village. Though I do not understand why you chose someone as useless as me. I can not see, so I can not work or clean. I am but an object here," she said calmly and respectfully. It seemed as though she was looking directly at him, but there was a distance in her eyes that gave away her disability.<br/><br/>Mila was almost the only person that has been able to look at Don without a look of horror crossing her features, no matter how brief. It was because she was blind that he had been given a break from all the horror and fear that people held for him.