She grunted at his comment about propriety and led him out into the night. She was exhausted from her day of riding and stiff from her still healing injuries but she felt strangely invigorated. She’d got a job, she hadn’t choked or made excuses. It was a step, a step to getting her life back on track. A step towards climbing out from under debt and helping her family. 

She stayed alert, the area around the Locust wasn’t bad, but unless you took a circuitous route to the Church you had to cut through some rougher neighborhoods in the city. As she’d thought earlier, it would be a piss-poor start to her return as a Mercenary if he died before they even began. So she walked just ahead of him, keeping her awareness all around even as she rolled around in her mind the detail of him having rented a room in a church. It meant he wasn’t a priest. It didn’t mean he wasn’t religious, but it did mean he hadn’t taken orders, nor was he under obligation to educate her or convert her. She could live with that. 

“Propriety? What, because you hired a woman? Or just simply because you were in the company of one?” She snorted and kept up her pace. The misogynistic views of the church, their take on sin and how it was spread was one of the biggest problems for any woman trying to make their way in anything. She had lots to say on the subject but she held her tongue. He was her employer and more than that, he’d hired her in the first place. Maybe it was out of desperation, but regardless she owed him the benefit of the doubt. Besides, she thought as she looked back at him, she had found him to be pretty pleasant so far. 

Movement caught her eye, a shift of shadow in the shadows and she narrowed her eyes but didn’t change her pace at all. It might be nothing, but it might be something. It might simply be someone watching to see if they were a morsel worth the effort. She squared her shoulders causally, puffing out her chest and did her best to look competent and skilled. Essentially she pretended to be what she once was and hoped it spared them from testing how much she had lost in her convalescence. 

“Stay close, Sir.” She murmured, “We aren’t in the brightest spot, but don’t change your pace or act alarmed. Just a nice, quiet stroll, not a worry in the world.” She murmured with a confident expression on her face. She felt a level of attention that made her uncomfortable but kept moving onward, towards the church.