Josephine turned fully as the young man began to speak. He seemed almost nervous  "I couldn't help myself." She kept herself from laughing at first, finding it a bit comical. He couldn't help but get involved? Did he really care so much... or was so intent on fighting?<span style="font-style: italic">"I wanted to protect you...like I can't so many others..."</span>Her blue eyes sparked with curiosity and slight confusion for a moment. 'He wanted to protect me? What am I to him? A trinket no doubt... yet he admitted before that I could have been fine on my own and he knew of it... strange, strange.' She didn't miss the faltering of his voice, it was nearly a stutter. Was he nervous?<span style="font-style: italic">"Please forgive the weakness."</span>"No one can be perfect." She murmured, managing a small, true smile. "We all have our flaws."