"Careful, my lady," Jon said, rushing forward to help her with the cleaning. Dust wouldn't kill a person, certainly, but he hated seeing someone in distress and especially someone as lovely as the woman before him. He might be dour most of the time but he wasn't immune to the charms of beautiful women and this one qualified.

"Too much dust and you'll take ill. Let me help you with it as much as I can. If you want, you can have your evening meal with me at the Inn? There's no need to do all this cleaning and then have to fend for your own supper."