Apparently not

This poor girl must be scared witless, or maybe she's just a simpleton, thought the knight.

"You poor, simple girl," he says in his most condescending manner. "Did you wander off and then that mean ol' troll picked on you?"

Hilda's face blushed even redder and she nodded, too embarrassed to speak.

"Well come on, let's get you home. I'm sure your mistress is worried sick about you," he said as he started to cut the ropes holding her. "Where do you live?"

Hilda winced at that statement, her pride deflating as she realized he didn't even know who she was, but then her heart soared once again as he took her hand and lead her to his horse.

"Can you tell me where you live?" He was looking right at her, his rugged, manly face just inches away from hers.

Hilda's face blushed as her legs weakened, her body trembled, and her exposed nethers became quite moist (and much to Hilda's never-ending shame, rather fragrant).

Hilda opened her mouth and attempted to speak...