She kept her head bowed until Jean Claude's exit, then rose to perch on the chair once more, "I might still feel ill at ease to displace you so after such kindness," she admitted quietly. "If there are rags, cloth ends? I may at least make you blankets and the like for your rooms in return?" And scraps could be used to make herself proper clothing?

Likewise..."how am I to know when I am needed? May I venture forth without fear here? Shouldst I report to the kitchens or the like?"