<div style="text-align: justify;">Elizabeth felt uneasy being in such a confined space with a man she barely knew. It felt wrong, as though they were doing something they shouldn't. Elizabeth felt her heart flutter a little, and wondered why she had been feeling like this. Taking a deep breath, the young woman lowered her gaze for a moment. <br/><br/>"It is no problem", she murmured when Wil apologized. Elizabeth was too concerned to care much about societal expectations at the moment. She knew there was something in the air, and Wylyam knew what it was. <br/><br/>Hearing of the murder of Henry Flockhart was shocking, but she didn't understand why it had brought Sir Philip to their doorstep. Looking into Wil's eyes, Elizabeth felt the blood rush in her veins. A feeling of weakness on her legs and of being light-headed made the girl feel as though she was about to faint.<br/><br/>It took all of her power not to fall into a heap on the floor right there. Taking a deep breath, the young woman held out her hands and rested them on Wil's arms for support. A few tears rolled down her cheeks, now void of color. "We are not... they are not. My Peter would never...". She shook her head, trying to regain some control. "My poor brother, sir... my poor, poor Peter. He cannot go to court alone". She stopped speaking, unable to continue until she regained some control of herself and felt less shaken.</div>