Teresa was certain that she wouldn't change her mind, and she was also certain that she wouldn't regret it either. She wasn't helpless, and the act of cleaning was one she had had to do frequently. There wasn't always a retainer around to provide what she needed, and she was too proud to go looking for one.

She looked at him curiously at the offer of paying for her. She had never had anyone buy her anything, save when the village had provided her room and board after removing their youma because she could. "So... you will take me to a seamstress and provide the funds for that? I have nothing to exchange for that."