Jason was expecting Ryder to push him away or even tell him to go away, instead she excepted his small bit of help. He didn't flinch away from the her glare, he felt sorry for her. In her place, where there use to be a strong Master now sat a sad, tear-stained girl. He nodded his head when she thanked him for the tissue, and moved back half a step giving her some space.<br/><br/>While his Master dried her eyes, Jason thought of why he had done that. She hadn't been the nicest of people he had ever met, but she was human, like he was. Everyone deserved to be treated equally, even those who didn't expect it.<br/><br/>When Ryder spoke, it wasn't with her usual commanding tone. "No problem ma'am. It's the least I could do." Jason went to stand but stopped to catch what Ryder was saying. "Of course, do you have anywhere in mind?" Jason reached a calloused hand out to her, offering to help her up. If she excepted it, he would help her get to where ever she needed; looking after her like a proper country boy. If not, he would still try to do all he could, even if it ended in a whipping. Jason knew it was what his mama would have wanted.