She coughed loudly when Irdrin called her 'master' to try and cover it up so the other miners wouldn hear it and think of her and Irdrin as having a strange relationship. "We'll be right out then," the told the overseer before he left. She took Irdrin's hand when he offered it to her as she moved off the bed, grabbing her bag with her other hand and putting its strap over her shoulder. "Thank you," she told him. "Please don't call me master, Irdrin," she said quietly. "If you do then I'll have to start calling you Master Irdrin since we're equals."
"Oh, um, yes... ma'am." He had to quite literally force it out of him, since he was so inclined to think and speak of her as nothing but his master. He would never abide her calling him Master, unless she ordered him to of course, but that was just highly confusing and illogical. So he would just call her ma'am or something for now. He frowned, and pushed the thoughts aside.
"I know it goes against your nature, but it really makes uncomfortable. I'll find some way to compromise this for you." She squeezed his hand slightly before letting go. "And ma'am is alright. Let's go escort some helpless miners to Markarth now," she said as she lead the way out of the barracks to meet with the miners they were to protect.