"It's okay." Time had caused the strong accent of her homeland to mostly fade away but the hint of France stilled lingered. Sometimes it was stronger than others, like today when she was caught in the memories that she had no desire to keep revisiting. Maybe thinking about those days brought forth the girl from that time. At least until the woman she had become gained control and pushed her back down under the shield she had built around herself.

Glancing down at the man, she studied him for half a second even while giving a delicate little sniff at the air. She caught his scent and committed it to memory without thinking. Then she was clutching the long drape of sea foam colored silk around her slender frame as she started to walk again. The wind caught her hair, tossing it back from her regally defined features.

Then she was pausing, looking at the sky. It looked clear except for the clouds that lingered on the horizon. She studied them for a moment before glancing back at him. "You should head inside. There is rain on the air."