Her eyes were quite pretty, and they warmed for a moment that he thought enhanced them even further, until suddenly the warmth was gone and a coldness crept into her face, distaste evident. Berek wouldn't keep himself from helping, mind you. But he hadn't even learned her name yet, and once she was feeling better he'd lead her back to wherever she called home. For now he's have to deal with the attitude. 

Well he'd never heard anyone give a less appreciative thank you in his life. It was a contrast he didn't even know existed! Well...that was not entirely true. But he'd never heard a woman talk like that. It was actually oddly cute. "Yes," he chuckled. "Humphrey's in there waiting for me to start cooking is all. Maybe once you get cleaned up I'll introduce you to him." He gave a light smile, and with a gentleness belying his muscled form, he lifted her up slowly, before ever so lightly placing her dainty feet in the heated water. [i]Well, at least she seems to like dogs[/i].

"Now, if you need anything, I'll be in the kitchen. Ok?" He asked her, keeping his hands on her waist and side to make sure she didn't slip. She still had on her rags, but honestly water with them on or off, it would be an improvement from the mud that caked her skin. He could tell that was one of the things that had soured her mood. She [i]must[/i] be highborn. 

He let her go gently, placing his hands on his hips and thinking to himself. [i]Good thing I was there then. Any opportunist would hold a highborn for ransom these days[/i].