I couldn't. We know each other in passing, but I'd never be so familiar to ask such a thing of her.

[she usually asks for bolts of fabric in return, but rarely gets them. she has to ask Tranquility for them herself and do the tasks he sets out for her. it's humiliating, given her feelings for the gods, but it's necessary]

I can. I can cook for myself, at least. And I know how to use a sword.

[she knows. and she tries. but mostly, she hides her true feelings behind a charming mask]