<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Almeria's gaze shifted as she was addressed; her eyes were wide.  The attire of the man that had addressed her was ... somewhat different, yet his speech caught her attention the most.  The smooth tones; clear, yet firm manner ... yes.  This was a gentleman, her frazzled mind said, even as she hesitated to take his arm.  "I ... have found a parallel ... d-dimension?"  Her trembling began all over again as her knees began to buckle from cold and shock.  Yet a steely nature of will held her up her feet.  Something in her seemed to soften as the man pressed a kiss to the back of her hand; her lips twitched upward into a smile.<br/><br/>"I do not understand what you mean by that ... travelling, yet ... tea and clothing ... I could not refuse."  The rain had washed away some of the blood at least, and she had removed her stained half gloves after walking in.  Dark brows knit as she stepped forward, finally placing her hand upon Asmar's arm, bowing her head.  "My thanks, good sir. Where ever I am ... you are most kind, and I am honoured by your princely manners," she murmured softly.  Her pulse still raced from her ordeal, it did seem, yet the last thing she wished to do was faint.  That would not do at all.<br/><br/>"I would follow you, if it pleases." </span>