A quick trip to the local inn and a stop by the local clothier later, Rehtul laid out a the best meal he'd paid for the entire time he'd been in town. Roast meats, hearty vegetables, and two large mugs, one of ale and the other of milk, sat heaped high upon the table. With a motion of his hand, he invited the young woman to set herself a plate.

"Whatever you like," he said as he pulled a piece of hardtack from a pouch before and dipped it in the juices of the slab of meat he had prepared for himself. As he waited for the girl to set her own plate and begin to eat, he thought of a few questions that he'd like to ask her, though he didn't want to pry into anything too painful.

As he surveyed her, he realized that despite her apparent age her experience in the world would fall far short of where it needed to be, for her to either protect herself or to not be taken advantage of by those who would use her for a purpose other than to help her do what she wants to do.

Actually...

"Actually, now that we've got you some food, I do have to ask... What exactly do you want to do with your life? I don't... think there's a way to revert the changes you've gone through. I'm not in any rush to have you leave, of course, but it's something you'll need to think about while you're here, until I finish cataloguing and... cleaning that basement."

He preferred not to use the term "dispose of dead subjects" in front of someone who still had the modicum of innocence left to one who had been through so much in such a short life.