What separates boys from men?

Enrico regarded the female with suspicion carefully cloaked behind polite patience. He couldn't help it, that he would suspect ulterior motives behind her seemingly-innocent story and questions. It was likely she was telling the truth but... a lifetime living on the other side of the law, and then later living for so long on the run, it seemed a dangerous coincidence, that she just happened to want to know where he lived. It didn't help that he was now by experience inclined to distrust a seemingly innocent female. Still, she was injured, so whether she was playing an angle or not was irrelevent - she still needed help, and he couldn't afford to alienate those around here by allowing his suspicions to turn her away. He could just imagine their judgmental horror at the idea.

So he smiled calmly, politely, and as charmingly as he always had, and bowed his head to her. "It's not far, if you can make the walk. Just north of the wall, through the pines, and a bit of a ways on the sea ice."

He edged his way down the leaning trunk of the tree, jumping the last several feet to land beside her. "I don't know much about herbs, I'm afraid, but there are some stored in my home from another occupant. I don't know how old they are, but you are welcome to look."