Well zorro had lost his mask so to speak.. she had a name for the sleeping boy, but it didnt remove all the mystery from him. She doesnt associate much with those outside her house, so she's expanding her horizons.  Her hands left off toying with the robes, and for a moment just smoothed down the pleats of her skirt before she leaned just that little bit more into him.. if she'd had her arms around him it would have beena  hug.. as it was, her cheek slid along his in a faint touch that brought her mouth even with his ear, her voice soft in a near whisper "<em> Tis a pleasure to meet ye, Wit"</em>it sounded more fitting then hobbes for the moment.  Though as she leaned back, she couldn't quite resist, and the tip of her tounge slipped out to just brush the lobe of his ear before she was back to facing him, silver orbs focused intently on the brown of his. "<em> Ye can call me Kait.."</em>