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Amunet nodded carefully when Kit agreed to help her. She already understood Norman's silent acknowledgment, but she wanted to hear it out loud. Honestly, she was glad they were willing to help, but she wondered how much she should let them help. Amunet was hard, maybe not as hard as her dead sister, but she had grown up on the streets, always running, always sleeping with one eye open, because the world never ceased to take advantage of young, unprotected ones. Even orphanages were not an option, because Amunet and Isis both had wanted a better life than that. Still, when you live on the streets, life isn't exactly easy. She and her sister knew how to protect themselves, how to do whatever it takes to live.

Kit couldn't do that. It wasn't the girl's fault, but growing up in a beautiful home full of people who loved her didn't necessarily build up your street skills. In fact, Amunet had a feeling that if Norman wasn't around, Kit wouldn't last nearly as long as she will with him here. The thought of Norman had Amunet discreetly glancing at him. He definitely was tougher than he looked. Amunet knew for a fact that he wasn't as weak as she thought he would be. In fact, he probably wasn't weak at all, even as an old man.

Amunet looked back at Kit as Kit continued to speak. She had said something about going out tomorrow, which was fine with Amunet, and now, she was giving directions. Amunet filed her words away, so she could find her way around later, but she didn't get up to go. Instead, she decided to present her offer.

"Look," she said calmly, "I never meant to stay here for free. I intend to be of some help around here. In fact, Kit, if you are doing the dishes, I'll help. It'll go much faster with two people."