Oh, think nothing of it. The lot of you have enough to worry about, keeping me company won't be one of them.

( the trader is almost inclined to wave her off, but instead she gestures to a stool beside goldie, and fusses with a kettle instead. though... she does pause. )

I'm simply a tradeswoman, child. But I keep my promises- and my treasures- safe. Nothing shall take that which you give me, for as long as you have me keep it.