Angelique stared at Yelkin not saying a word for several moments.  A myriad of emotions passed through her blue eyes in a split second, ranging from fear to a deep seated longing in wondering if she could in fact trust the people with whom she now found herself in the midst of.<br/><br/>Glancing away from him, she stared at her plate for several seconds wondering just how much she should tell them.  Her eyes closed and she swallowed hard, forcing past the lump that had formed in her throat.  "Well...you see...if it's at all possible, I'd really rather not return home."  She took in a deep shaky breath, trying to bolster her courage, her eyes going back up to the good doctor's, the sapphire blue depths pleading with him.  "That's why I stole away on the ship posing as a cabin boy, my father....was going to give me away in marriage to whomever offered the highest price for me."  Her bottom lip began to tremble slightly in revealing this to him, so afraid he would be like the rest of the men in her life and scoff at her feelings on the matter.  "None of them had any sort of feelings for me beyond the desire to have their way with me once the betrothal was announced...and...I just can't...I<em>can't</em>go back.  I can't live that way."