She nodded softly and moved to sit where indicated. Pippa could not hide the smile as she peered at him for his kindness. She wondered if he was with another or not but would not bring that up as it was not her business either. She sat for a moment and did the trick of breathing deeply and exhaling, but only through her mouth which was at least tolerable. The nausea subsided and she tilted her head. "A soldier?" she prompted, trying not to frown because she wasn't sure if a soldier was much better than the absentee fisherman that fathered her child.

"I am a mere maid, though I once was not," she smiled again. She might not have been born to be a maid, but she certainly was proud of the fact that she was one because of the fact that she had learned so many new and good skills in the household. Thing was, she did not talk like a maid would, her speech pattern was succinct and distinct. It was with a refined, New England accent, not the heavy one but the one that was more subtle. She also had the kind of bearing of being polished.

She was clearly a lady in the form of a maid now.