Nisa watched this woman and wondered if she was a gift from Allah. She required little more than a room and food? Her head returned forward so that they could walk "You are my maid, not an indentured servant but it is nice to know you will not complain if your payment is a little late." She spoke with some shame. "I am Nisa Koç. You may call me madam, miss, mistress, or whatever you are used to if I feel it is appropriate."

"I live with my brother but he is hardly home so it'll be just the two of us usually. Most of the time your work will be easy but there can be hard days. " She stopped and looked at the woman carefully looking at her in such a way to not look down at her. Nisa frowned and tapped her chin delicately. "I know I'm small statured and proud of my height. If you give me your loyalty no matter what, and you are as well versed in etiquette as you appear, you will find me very agreeable. Do not risk straining your neck for me."

She continued to walk, "are you from Whitby? Do you have family?"