One dark-red eyebrow went up inquisitively; clearly Rosemund was surprised by the apology. She pursed her lips, unsure how to respond, but also glad that he'd said sorry. Unless it was a cruel joke, which of course was always a possibility. There was a reason that almost no one on Earth knew that her mother was a prostitute, for one thing, and she was sure that any respect Aire might have had for her (hah!) would vanish if he knew. 

She nodded curtly. "There is no need to apologize, Your Highness," she said, shortly; she truly wanted to accept the apology but she knew that doing so would mean publicly recognizing royalty as having faults. It would be fine if anyone else did so, but a servant risked being laid off. "I am feeling perfectly well. Thank you very much." 

And with that, she got to peeling potatoes. She assumed that he'd be leaving, and if he didn't she would just have to suck it up and act like he didn't bother her at all. Preparing food took too much energy to also devote some to being a sarcastic ass.