For a moment, the scared handmaiden thought about trusting the knight.  He seemed like a decent and trustworthy fellow, plus with his stature as a reference to his nobility.  But, Lyra's defenses could not be swayed away that easily.  He was still a stranger to her and the Slaugh King had raised her walls to new heights.  Pulling the lace shroud close to her face, she looked away from him and his offer towards her.<br/><br/>"You don't have to help me.  It is no bother and you should save your energy for somebody...with more stature..."<br/><br/>Lyra was and always will be just a handmaiden.  Shyly, she moved away from him and deeper into the suite towards her room as she continued her notion of turning in for the night.