She took his hand and looked up from the ground with a small, honest smile on her lips. "I understand. It is a lie I've had to tell myself in order to make their deaths palatable. I've always been strong willed. You know this. But even I have my limits." Perhaps with Cameron's presence, finally, she would be able to take the steps necessary towards grieving properly.<br/><br/>Gently, she pulled him towards the door. "I feel it is more the concept of making oneself look presentable." Then again, as a royal, she was hardly ever<i>not </i>presentable. She eyed Cameron's velvet tunic and shot him a cryptic little grin. "Are you nervous?"