She smiled at him, even if it wasn't the smile that reached her eyes. Those eyes peered into his, not filled with sadness even if she felt sorrow for her experience... At that moment, she was... noticing him, even if he didn't notice her the way she noticed him. The smile died and she straightened herself up, looking down with red creeping into her face. Should she have just leaned upon him that way? Suddenly she felt quite unsure of lots of things. He was simply a friend, right? Right.

She looked up into the sky to calm her thoughts for a moment, and then cleared her throat, "Perhaps I could talk to my father about meeting you if you'd like... With him being a merchant, I am sure he could give you some good insight on things and perhaps tell you how to be more profitable. He's very good with numbers, you know? He works very hard for what we have. I admire him very much for that."