She thanked him softly when he gave her the food, then ate in silence. The only real sound was the sound of the spoon hitting the bowl. The stew was so good that she could have wept. Her employer was a good man for teaching her how to cook and basically take care of herself better. She'd never wanted to go on the wrong side of the law to get what she needed to survive. The one time she had ever stolen anything, she ended up not eating it for the guilt she felt. Since she couldn't take it back, she had given it to someone else who was hungry. It had eased the guilt to some level, she had wronged someone and then did what she could do to make it right. She could not imagine the thoughts that must be going through his head at the moment. Did he truly feel guilt for his misdoings? She thought maybe she could seek the word of a priest, herself. It had been a long time since she sat in church, however, let alone confessed her sins. She sighed once her bowl was empty, scraping up the last of the gravy with the last of the bread in her hand.

"Maybe you can do something for others to help them," she said after having thought about her moment. "I stole a loaf of bread once after I ran away from the orphanage. They never knew it was me of course, and there was no way I could give it back without getting into some trouble for it. I know it was the wrong line of thinking, I should have gone to the place where I stole the bread and confessed but I didn't want to know what would happen if I did. I felt so guilty though that I couldn't eat the bread. I gave it to someone else who was hungry. I thought maybe a good deed would soften the guilt some, and it did, but not enough to make me feel better for what I had done. And I... did whatever it took to not have to eat stolen bread. I looked for work and it drove me to do better for myself and others."