<i>[her dress: <a class="externalLink" href="http://www.medievalclothier.com/wp-content/uploads/wpsc/product_images/big_img_2009090165542.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://www.medievalclothier.com/wp-content/uploads/wpsc/product_images/big_img_2009090165542.jpg</a> ]</i><br/><br/>She let out a small giggle upon seeing the amazement and open mouth of the young girl. She couldnt help but feel the smile fade away as another man jumped in front of her and told her off for not making herself dirty. Looking at her clothes she found he was right, she was to well dressed to seem to be able to help this woman, it made her feel even more angry about the fact she was forced to walk around like a doll on display all the time. Standing up straight she was about to walk away from the scene, untill she softly smiled of the reddened cheeks of the tinkergirl. It coloured beautifully with her hair and the mud smearing all over her nose made her even more adorable then she already was.<br/><br/>"Emilia..." She had said, and her voice sounded strangely curious and scared at the same time. Yvonne turned back to the girl with a bright twinkle in her bright green eyes, softening the always so present ice-cold look that seemed to dominate her person.<br/><br/>"Madame Dubois Villarceau, mais tu can call me Yvonne..If tu want.." Looking over Emilia's form she noticed the shivering the girl was making and the wet clothes sticking to her body. "Would tu like, some 'elp wit' your clot'es? I could call for a servant, to dress you in somet'ing warm and dry.. You fell quite 'ard little one.."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>