<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><em><strong>Lady Almeria Pembroke</strong></em><br/><br/><em>"Then I shall remember on his behalf,"</em> she whispered, hands curling around her tea cup with a sigh.  She noticed that Eve seemed to display some discomfort, so she allowed the woman to lead the conversation.  The last thing she needed was to cause her saviours trouble, though it hurt that she had caused this ... this thing.  <br/><br/>Another lesson.<br/><br/><em>"I trust you in this ..."</em> she continued - the remembered fear that she could have died curling through Almeria for several moments that her knuckles turned white with the grip of her hands on the cup.  <br/><br/><em>"It does follow, I suppose.  I ... am sorrowed if I have caused trouble with my questions of the gentleman.  I did not intend anyone to have distress."</em><br/><br/><em>"I will think upon your words ... as yes.  There was a man -- a man that intended me harm though I know not ... why."</em>  Her shoulders fell then as she slowly sipped her tea - finding it a comfort by the moment.  Almeria felt as if she'd lost a friend ... all to her own folly.  All places had rules ... and it was the fool that did not consider such things.<br/><br/><em>"I would not wish for the experiences of mine to ... so taint another.  How do I keep that from occurring.  Forgiveness ... is a consideration."</em>  Her fingers brushed over her tea cup as a smile bloomed in some surprise, and her manner softened with the words.</span>