"The Inn hasn't been so clean since I opened thirty-sum' years ago," Lucius smiled, patting Ercana on the shoulder. "Please, take a bit o' something for yer work," he said, offering her a small bag of coins.
"I couldn't," she contested, "You've let me stay here for free for nearly a week, and you've fed me."
He tilted his head and looked her in the eye, smiling, "Yeh've cleaned every room spotless and polished every scrap o' metal in this place. Yeh've swept every night and yeh help in the kitchen. Not that yeh don't eat as much as any full grown bloke, but yeh eat nothin' I'm gonna miss. An' yeh take up no space at all really, and clean up after yerself." He looked down at the bag. "I'll not force yeh to take it, but it'd make me feel better if yeh did, yeh've done so much for the place."
She blushed. "You've treated me like a father, Lucius. If it will make you feel better, I'll take the money," she said, grabbing the bag. "But I'm going to earn this. I'll clean the ce