"You can stay here for a few days." He offered, and immediately realized exactly what he had just offered. Well, he couldn't just kick her out of the door, so far was she from the Arad Doman. Thank the light his family would be gone for four days, so by the time they got back, if Ali was quick he could make it as if she had never been here. "It's no trouble, and you might feel better after a real bath. I only wiped off what blood I could off of you." He said sheepishly. 

"Coin?" he asked incredulously. Coin money was a luxury here, and not many had more than ten coins for rainy days or when the Peddlars arrived at Bel Tine. He was short on money, truth be told. Like he had recalled, this winter was particularly harsh and there was little reason to travel such dangerous roads, so trade other than actual trading of flocks and herds went from uncommon to rare. "I couldn't accept coin from you, it was the right thing to do." 

And it had been. A lot of men often wondered if they would do the right thing in a certain situation, and he had. He guessed he should be proud of himself. "But if you want to, you can stay here and then in two days we can go to the town for Bel Tine. It's not safe going down the road alone, though I think you can appreciate that more than most." 
[@Penny]