The onslaught of tender attentiveness from this beautiful stranger is a balm to her aching heart, but it also feels like too much--too much generosity, which she can never repay. Lucrezia blinks up at her rescuer with another tremulous smile, before looking down at her lap, at the ends of the scarf wrapped so securely around her shoulders, and feels profoundly cared for.

"You are too kind," she says, draws in a shaky breath, and tries to put some brightness into her eyes when she looks up again. "Truly, I'm undeserving of it. But I would at least know your name, so we aren't strangers, at least."