Cerise kept her lips shut. She lifted her chin defiantly, the petite young woman crossing her arms over her chest. She sat down with a huff, clearly not amused by this turn of events. She had been tricked. Dirty old man and his mischief making ways. Her fingers curled into her arms for a moment as she stared anywhere but him. "If it will help you eat faster, of course I'll sit. It's the least I can do." She was acting bored, but the scene was anything but boring. Indeed, she looked like she had faced hardships thus far. It was truth that she was not used to kindness without working for it in return. The old man had wanted to simply just take her in but she insisted on earning her keep.

Truth be told, she really was hungry but taking more than just a few morsels made her wonder if she'd get into trouble. That was how it worked with people like her, she thought, those who were lost and left to figure out for themselves who they were. Cerise did wish to know who she was, but it was a moot point. The smell of the stew overtook her and she filled the second bowl and took a smallish hunk of bread. She then ate it slowly, as if savoring it. Her eyes soon closed.

He would be able to see easily enough if he paid attention that she was pale in a way that seemed like she was a wilted flower.