Lucia gave a small sigh of relief when the young man agreed to escort her. She wiped her hands against her cheeks trying to get rid of the tears before offering a weak smile. The young lady was much too worn out emotionally to try and act confident.
When the male asked about her injuries, Lucia waved a hand lightly in dismissal, "No, I\'m fine. Some street girl just decided to take her bitterness out on me." She answered back. The statement was filled with contempt as Lucia thought back to the girl from the market.
As the young man introduced himself, Lucia listened with concentration. He was a son of a Lord, then that would make this young man a noble. Lucia wondered why he was wearing such common clothes then. Her thoughts searched for Orin\'s father\'s name, trying to place what she knew about this family. It sounded vaguely familiar but Lucia couldn\'t find anything out of place about it.
She brought her attention instead to introduce herself. Despite her filthy dress, mussed up hair, and flushed face, Lucia curtsied in only a pure lady could. The young lady spoke in a calmer voice now that her cries were gone, "It\'s a pleasure to meet you, Sir Orin. I am Lady Lucia Callaghan, first-daughter of Duke Callaghan and Lady Giselle." She paused, straightening from the curtsy. Lucia folded her delicate hands in front of her, waiting for Orin to start walking before her, "I thank you so much for escorting me. I hope I\'m not bothering you." She\'d feel terrible if Orin had business somewhere.