<div style="text-align: justify;">Elisabeth couldn't tell exactly how she felt. She knew it was good, and warm. She wasn't even trying to define it as of now. What could it be? She was embracing a man she barely knew, and loving it. But even though she didn't know what that feeling was, she knew it was not proper for her to be in there, alone with Wylyam. If they were seen leaving a small chamber together, or one right after the other, it would be extremely bad for both their reputations, and cause a world of problems. Specially for her, but probably for him as well, given the difference in their current positions.<br/><br/>Still, it was hard for Elisabeth to pull apart from Wil. As she did so, she looked into his eyes, fighting the temptation to caress his face or hold his hands. "I know you would never cause me any harm, sir", she replied to his words. Nodding when he asked if he could have a boon before they parted, Elisabeth waited for him to request what he wanted. She was ready to say yes to anything he wanted and was not beyond what she could offer. His words made her smile and nod. "You are a special person as well, Sir Wylyam, for the kindness and compassion shown to a stranger. And I would be honored by your friendship". Her voices sounded quietly, but firmly, and she was being completely honest.<br/><br/>Standing in there, in the growing darkness and so close to Wylyam, Elisabeth felt like something was missing there. Like something could have been done or said and it had not been. Watching the sadness in Wil's expression made her want to ease it, though. But Elisabeth was, as Wil, young and inexperienced in the whole movement of courtly involvements. Her next  movement was caused by a sudden inspiration. Fumbling in the semi-dark room, Elisabeth took something from her dress, near her bosom, and placed it in Wil's hand, closing it over the object.<br/><br/>Before he had a chance to say anything or even look at it, she fled the linen chamber with a racing heart and her cheeks burning, and rushed to her own chambers.<br/><br/>When Wil looked at the soft and warm object that carried her scent, he could see it was a delicate handkerchief with an E embroidered at one corner.</div>