Ingrid found an amused smirk creeping onto her face. Roland certainly thought himself the chivalrous sort, that much was apparent; she almost felt bad for assuming that he had any intention other than companionship. She hadn't had someone try to charm her this way in quite some time, not since she'd been on the road. She doubted he'd have taken interest in her if he hadn't mistaken her for a noblewoman, though; she wouldn't be surprised if he dropped all interest when he realized she wasn't nobility, not anymore, at least. And even if he didn't, she didn't desire his companionship, especially not if he wanted more than just a traveling partner. She decided to let him down gently, so long as he didn't persist.
"The name is Ingrid," she responded, without taking the knight's hand. "I'm sorry, sir Roland, but I don't believe you'd want to travel with me. I am merely a healer, not a lady or noble of any sort. You'd probably never find any glory or purpose traveling with the likes of me."
She gently picked up the flowers he'd laid at her feet, and set them down next to her, then returned her gaze to the knight. "I do appreciate the sentiment, but I'm doing fine on my own. I hope I haven't wasted your time."
"The name is Ingrid," she responded, without taking the knight's hand. "I'm sorry, sir Roland, but I don't believe you'd want to travel with me. I am merely a healer, not a lady or noble of any sort. You'd probably never find any glory or purpose traveling with the likes of me."
She gently picked up the flowers he'd laid at her feet, and set them down next to her, then returned her gaze to the knight. "I do appreciate the sentiment, but I'm doing fine on my own. I hope I haven't wasted your time."