I had watched him move to the stove as well. Seeing him take in the room, I knew I had more than most. Having gone back to the stove and warmed myself. I frowned at his statement on thieving. Either I pay for it or my employer scolded me for being 'careless' as he always did. I looked to the stove and thought a moment. After a moment, I looked up to him when he spoke again. Seeing him flush and stammer made me smile softly to him. It was a bit strange for a stranger to say that but, I walked to him and hugged him to me. "That is sweet of you," I said of him. "I'm not use to someone saying that to be honest." I said to him, carefully. "No one would care to check in with a knife eared girl." I pulled away and went to sit on my bed. No man would care for a orphaned child with a history of abuse on her. No one cares what happened to her. Not even her employer, yet she still stayed.