Her heart beat too quickly within her own breast, fear and hope hovering equally upon her; if she had read right what Lorraine's body language and voice had hinted at then she would be able to help the young woman, put her at ease and make it enjoyable for her. If she had guessed wrong the least she would face was tears and perhaps a slap across the face. This was a noble woman though and she could complain to Master Ryan, could demand Fi punished. Lady Stanbury didn't seem<em>that</em>type though, and so Fi hoped. And she felt it, that moment when the other woman decided to let go, to enjoy it, felt the lips soften against her own, felt her soft, chaste kiss returned. Giddy relief rushed through her and she lingered in the kiss a moment longer then she meant to before pulling back with a pretty flush to her pale cheeks, her smile soft. Her hand upon the Lady's cheek she did not remove though, rather enjoying how Lorraine had pressed her cheek into the cup of her palm.<br/><br/>Fiona's own soft smile blossomed into something further to see the smile on her client's lips, soft and radiant it lit up Lorraine's features and had Fi notice how beautiful she was, how it shone through her when she gave herself freedom to smile, to be a little bit happy.<br/><br/>When Lorraine stumbled over the answer to Fi's question the whore slightly squeezed her hand around Lorraine's, reassuring her with that touch. The words that came afterward did not surprise her truly, she had sensed there was something more then just society's confines binding and repressing the woman; her expression softened, a touch of sorrow showing then. Lorraine seemed so gentle, so fragile, and yet what strength of the soul she had to have weathered through this unknown, unspoken of harm and come here, seeking for healing, seeking for a way to enjoy the pleasures life afforded humans. What words did she have to truly offer in exchange for that trust.<br/><br/>The redhead tugged slightly on the hand around her own, using both her hands to pull Lorraine to her, into her arms and a hug that had her arms wrapping tightly around the brunette. It brought the Lady onto her knees beside Fi on her harp stool, the brunette curls she had admired earlier now just blow her chin; and she hugged her, she caressed Lorraine's back softly, laid soft kisses upon her crown and gave of physical comfort and tenderness first. For that, she thought, was what Lorraine needed more then words.<br/><br/>But words came as well, gently spoken, soft whispers meant to keep the moment intimate and soft. "Whatever harm has been done to you does not reach so far as here, for this room is a haven, my haven. And I share it with you, as I share myself lady songbird. If you wish not to speak more then that of what passed, then there is no need. Ever. And if there is ever a desire to speak of it more, for sometimes one must purge the poison of the heart just as you do the body, know that I am always here."