Josephine sighed contently, closing her eyes as Raoul traced his fingertips along the thin fabric of her nightgown sleeve. Her heart was fluttering her chest, and she wanted nothing more than to just be lost in this moment, just this once. "Mmm, just like the meadow..." She whispered quietly. "I wish..." Her voice felt silent, thinking her thoughts were out of line and brushing them away. She must not let the blaze burn too bright... yet she yearned for nothing less.