[ When he says doesn't go to any school she raises an eyebrow, something a wayward should-definitely-be-in-school child would say. Then he shows more empirical evidence stitched right into the tunic of his shirt; a symbol stylized not unlike hers. Good thing he did, otherwise she very probably would have taken it upon herself to deposit him in that building. ]

I see. [ She frowns despite this revelation. This world has pulled him in as it did her, making that at least one point of relateability. She doesn't have any responsibility or obligation or real need to do this, nor wants to give him the idea she is good company or someone he should routinely hang around, but this isn't out of her way. She'll feel better not leaving him out in the open like this, someone who says he doesn't need school. He wants work? Fine. ]

Since I am... visually compensated on this side [ She pats the hay bale on her shoulder, ] then I'll pay you some copper coin if you guide me. [ Ideally she can dump him off at the stable she's delivering this to and he can find his own way from there. There's no shortage of work around here. ] So I don't run into anyone else.