She takes the balm.

Turning around to face the girl, Vivia reached out and took the little jar from her hand. “Thanks, but I can do the rest myself.”

The girl seemed a bit surprised, reluctantly letting go of the balm. “Oh, but... that's my only jar...”

“I'll give it back once I'm done,” she assured her. “I promise.” Vivia began to walk away, hoping to find somewhere private, but the girl quickly grabbed hold of her wrist, stopping her with a worried expression.

“I don't know... How do I know you won't steal it?”

Vivia frowned, sighing. “I'm no thief. If you wait here, I'll be back soon.”

The girl shook her head. “Just... stay close. I'll let you use it yourself if you stay... behind that tree.” She pointed to the tree Vivia was stuck in.

Vivia could already feel a moderate discomfort between her legs as the dry skin became irritating. She could tell she needed to treat it soon. She didn't need to stick around, and had a job to do that she wanted to complete before the day's end—if she wanted, she could run of with the balm, and if she had to, fight off this one young girl.

But was it necessary to stoop so low? Would she be noble, or a thief?