<div style="text-align: justify;">After that moment, during which the conversations had stopped so everyone could hear the exchange, the softly muttered conversations were resumed. Elizabeth resumed talking to her brother in whispers, and the two siblings giggled softly every now and then. They were now paying attention to each other and their meal again. Yet, as Wil's gaze stopped by her, Elizabeth looked up from her plate, almost as if on cue. Peter looked up also, shooting Wil an inquiring, but not hostile, look. Feeling her cheeks warm a little, Elizabeth also turned away, focusing on her brother. <br/><br/>The girl ate with delicate gestures, but it was clear she had a healthy appetite. Elizabeth, maybe due to living away from court, had been raised to be happy and healthy, not necessarily to attract a good husband. If her father would have it his way, if he were to be honest, his daughter would have no husband at all. He had raised her to stay home and single. It might be selfish of him, and certainly was, but Sir Jonas thought to himself that he was simply protecting his girl from the ills of the world. Little did he know how close those same ills were to his eldest daughter.<br/><br/>While Wylyam thought about her, Elizabeth had some curiosity about the squire. He was a very different kind of man than she was used to meeting. It seemed like he had lived through things that she could only imagine. And probably, he would have interesting tales to tell. And she would like knowing of those tales. And, for a more innocent reason, she also wanted to meet with Wylyam later, and talk to him for a few minutes, just enough to convince him to talk about his adventures.</div>