"Well, that's why I came to the bonfire," she gestured to the giant fire keeping the both of them warm. "Everyone seems to visit here, at least once. I thought I should stay here."

She rubs her arms, still cold. She looks up when he rests her hand atop her head.

"I..." she presses her lips together, did that mean she was going to live with a stranger? Or worse, an orphanage? "Am I going to have to go into a workhouse?" She knew orphans as little as three could be forced to work and work 12-hour days shimmying up and down chimneys. Was that going to be her life now?

Is that what being "set up" meant? Would she be working in a fabric factory? Those tended to take girls.