"Oh... well, just the same." He was rich and she was as poor as a churchmouse. Her eyes dropped and she sighed. Her back was hurting her and she needed to sit. How was she was going to get home if her back ached? Then she looked up again as he offered sanctuary if her parents didn't. She was sure he didn't need someone like her around to remind him of what he lost even though she considered greatly taking the offer up.

"Thank ye, sir," she said instead.

There was a look of discomfort that crossed her face.