"I'm the lucky one, you saved my life. You're my master now, and I want to be a good slave. Taking care of you will be much nicer than serving him was." Alison pointed out, watching him with a tilt of her head. Had she done or said something wrong? He'd pointed out that the mountain was chilly just a couple minutes ago.
She jumped when a voice suddenly yelled for Christer. Her pink eyes went wide as she was left alone in the tent. For a moment she's forgotten that there were other people just on the other side of the flimsy walls.
Alison listened to the exchange silently for a few moments, until her sweet master was attempting to fumble for a way to make up for the inconvenience of having her there.
She couldn't let him shoulder any more trouble on her account. Gathering her skirts, she scrambled out of the tent, tears welling up in her eyes already. She didn't know how sympathetic this man could be persuaded to be, but tears couldn't hurt. Not that it took much to make her cry. "Wait, please. Sir, please don't take anymore out on Christer. It's my fault he didn't bring wood. He's been terribly kind to me and I understand that everyone has to pay their way. He shouldn't have to do even more for me."
Alison clutched her skirts, looking up at the caravan master and avoiding looking at Christer. "I- I don't have any money, but couldn't I earn my keep some other way? I'm a hard worker, even though I know I don't look like much. I can clean, I can sew, and I'm not a horrible cook. Can I pay with service, please?"