With a force of will she made herself leave her book alone and clasp her hands neatly together on her lap; there was a stiffness to her shoulders that she couldn't break free of but she summoned her easy smile on her lips as if nothing was wrong. How could she tell Atticus what had happened? It wasn't likely anything at all to him and she didn't want to upset him when he had far more serious concerns on his mind. But there was that look in his eyes, the memory of all the moments they had spent together.<br/><br/>Still she made herself shake her head, softly murmuring "Not here, I can't."<br/><br/>Fiona glanced over toward Zara on the other side of the room out of the corner of her eye and then up at Atticus again. "Do you think we might have time for a turn in the garden before clients begin to arrive Mr. Cross? I fear I'm a bit flushed and I'd so loath to make a ill impression upon first sight. The curse of being a redhead."<br/><br/>She spoke freely, as if she had nothing to fear but the thought of getting out of the room and away from Zara was very appealing, and a chance to talk to him without having to fret so much over what might be overheard. She was more concerned with his comment about inducing rape from a Knight then her own emotional upsets, but neither topic could be truly discussed here.