She was touched by his gallantry, stepping aside as he insisted on helping her clean. "Lucrezia," she insisted. Much like Paolo, he seemed determined to address her formally. That wouldn't do. If he was going to look after her in this way, she intended to at least have them call each other by their Christian names.

She smiled, wiping her hands on her scrubs. "I don't think a bit of dust will make me ill, but you are kind." So kind that he offered her the chance to have some company while she scavenged for food. "You don't wish to dine with your family?"