Amelia glared at him. Sweetheart? Her insides churned at hearing the to word. She felt the urge to smack him with what was left of her left boot, but she doubted she would come across another one and the one she currently had one might fall apart in mid-swing. "I'm no one's sweetheart and I don't need you to look out for me either." She slid a little in the mud but quickly regained her balance. This guy was starting to get under her skin. He must have been one of those self proclaimed 'knight in shining armor' types. Then she grinned. Maybe she could use his so called generosity to her advantage. "If you really wanted to help a poor person such as myself. Help me get a better job! Not one in the red light district either. People get killed there!" She grumbled. Being a woman with no land or station was probably the worst position to be in. 

They made it to the well and she hurried to the pulley system so she could lower her bucket. She motioned for him to bring the other one close to her so she could fill though one too. Though was wasn't going to admit it, she did get there quicker while he carried the other bucket. The sun was slowly starting to warm the cold wet roads where she and the annoying man trudged through the grime together. Muddy water splashed everywhere in the more busy sections due to people driving carriages.