She nods. "Oh, first aid and basic biology for medical reasons are included." She assures him. "Basic medical knowledge is needed, after all, in case something happens in the house, or one of the courtesans give birth." The last is said softly. She remembers attending the birth of a child of one of the courtesans. It had been horrible. Her gut twists and her hands clench into her skirt, but she swallows, and forces herself to go on.

"My mother started the training, sir. My father refused to train me to be a trader, what else should she have done?" She asks, openly and honestly. "Being a courtesan is a worthy profession. I'm not a streetwalker." She spits the word out with all the contempt her tiny body can contain.