She didn't quite get the chuckle. Was he laughing at her? Maybe because of her excitement about the dog.. that had been a slight non-sequitor. She didn't like being laughed at for any reason though, at least not when she wasn't purposefully being witty. 

"Humphrey," she repeated. "Rather a lordly name..." Probably moreso than his was, she'd bet. 

When he smiled at her, something eased in her chest. She wanted to object to being manhandled but she was in no position to do so, so she endured it stiffly. As soon as her tired, achy, cut up feet were introduced to the water she hissed but went weak with relief at the same instant.

She tried to read him but he didn't come across as anything other than sincere and helpful. Far more sincere than any servant she'd ever had. That made it all the more awkward, however. How should she take his kindness? It felt like a trick. She was relieved when he carefully released her and retreated.

She glanced over her shoulder thinking, '[i]Maybe he just wants to ransom me?[/i]' She looked away, smiling despite her situation, because if that was the case he'd be sorely disappointed. No one wanted her back. 

He just didn't need to know that yet. 

She waved a hand dismissively.