Hers are stiff by her side, her gaze lowered enough to be appropriate. To the very inch of decorum, even if he says not to. She can't afford to slip after what the Countess had told her about how she will have to push for this. "I am. It is good to meet you, your wife commends you."

Fond far too much of Olivia, it seems, even after the brief encounter. A woman who faced war well, and in truth despite what men might say, many could endure it. But it was another thing entirely to grip that fate in your own two hands, so to speak, and see it through - for better or worse.