Dusk forced a smile in return, telling herself she believed him. "R-right," she said softly, busying herself at playing with her porridge but not actually eating it.
The serving girl shrugged. "If you say so, mister." She touched Dusk's shoulder lightly- she tried not to jump too badly- and added, "Sorry you had to deal with that, honey. Good thing you've got such a capable bodyguard," before sashaying away to her next table.
"So..." Dusk started, thinking that conversation over a meal is what most people did, wasn't it? "Wh-what exactly is it you do? You've said you travel, apparently b-beating up drunks and bandits- why?"