Anne rests her hand there, gently stroking the hairline just behind her ear with soft fingertips.  "Have you ever really thought that you might be a beautiful woman, if you'd only let yourself be?"  Anne slowly lifted her left hand, lightly clasped with Gwenevire's right, until the other woman's hand was before Anne's lips.  "Your life has been so full of strength, and defense, and fighting for what you've earned, that maybe you've left that behind."  She lightly kisses Gwenevire's hand with soft lips, first on the knuckles of the fingers, then slowly moving to the back of her hand.  "But you can be strong and still enjoy the soft things in life."