"Gwen, are you sure this is your house?" Myne asked, a hint of concern creeping into his voice. "Aren't you worried that it might collapse on your head while you sleep?" The corner of his mouth twitched as he surveyed Gwen's dwelling. He wondered what kind of courage it took to live in such a place, especially during the rainy season, It is not different than a miracle the house didn't get flooded and the roof collapsed on them during a heavy rain.
"The door wouldn't fall on you right?" Myne questioned with genuine concern as he watched Gwen struggle with the seemingly jammed lock, which showed no sign of getting unlocked.
Gwen chuckled awkwardly. "Haha, Lord Myne, worry not. Though it may appear old and rickety, the house is sturdier than it looks. My mother and I have lived here for years, and nothing bad has happened...yet." Despite her attempt at humour, Myne could clearly detect the embarrassment in her voice. She was likely very ashamed of her poverty.
