[ Oh, she's not expecting such a blunt refusal, and such a stark admission that he'd be worried for her nonetheless. It does make her initial fondness for him grow, always put in better spirits when anyone, however new they are to her, expresses a mite of concern for her. Where she might have just passively let him lean against her prior, she leans her weight right back, comfortably, and also offers him one of her hands, feeling a little amused that her chill, so often avoided by others, may actually be of some use here. ]

My, did it startle you? Hehe... [ She laughs, her grin going wide yet stiff. ] I have heard my touch reminds others of Death himself. But I assure you that I am just a simple maid, my dear.

[ Which is not an answer, and she is unabashed about blatantly avoiding the question. In some ways, it's an answer in itself: the insistence that she's a mere maid, and that the coldness has nothing to do with her being anything more than that, is easy enough to take as mysterious. ]