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I suppose I ought to dress before supper, then. Wouldn't want to catch a chill.

[ Though it may not be what the other intended for, Grell takes up the gown to go do just that! ]

[ He's not entirely surprised by it, and remains in his place until she returns (well, maybe getting a refill on that ale.) ]

[ Once she's managed to get herself into the outfit, its clear to her that William chose this one very thoughtfully to complement her complexion. That he should be so genuinely interested in her wants and needs has her a bit tearful, really.

The torso is a tad snug where a women's corset should be, the shoulders pull awkwardly at the empty bust, and the hemline several inches too short; however, all considered, she feels beautiful.

Before she makes her debut, however, she towel dried her hair quite thoroughly to keep the gown from getting wet - and requires quite a bit of finger combing thereafter, but once she's managed to get it under control, she heaves a sigh and looks herself over in the mirror once more. Best to remove the glasses for a better effect.

Returning, she clears her throat a touch timidly, hands folded at the middle to his the lack of shape. ]

It's still rather obvious, isn't it...

[ He looks up to her as she enters the room. The expression on his face stays quite unreadable as he gives her a good glance over, assessing each point. ]

Yes. But, I think we can work with it.

[ It's odd seeing this young man, that he's just only met, suddenly standing there in his wife's dress, but the warm look on his face tells William that he did the right thing in rescuing Grell. ]

[ Hint of a smile pluck at the corners of her mouth, as she bows her head to pick up the fabric of the skirt so that she may seat herself next to him. ]

Thank you.

[ William nods, pushing the other mug of ale towards her, along with some fruit. ]

Perhaps a bit of rouge, and something done with your hair.

[ She takes care to pick up a knife and slice the fruit - just a single slice that she can shove into her mouth and follow with a big gulp of ale. She's absolutely famished, it turns out! But, a hum of agreement echoes into her mug. ]

A corset is a must. A high neckline, as well... [ A bit breathy following her drink! ]

Those are easily enough to take care of. Length of the dress is a bit more troublesome. As is your voice.

[ Seeing how hungry she really is, he stands to see what else he can find. Unfortunately, his wife had done the cooking, so he'd been reduced to simple foods since she was now absent. He's huffs at the lack of variety, but finds a few boiled eggs still fresh in the small iced box in the corner of the room. That was easy enough to make, thankfully. ]

[ That brings about a bit of a frown, as those are both things she cannot change! She knows he's right, however. ]

Yes... I suppose a two-piece ensemble can be shifted around somewhat, but my voice...

[ Her eyes curiously follow William, but once he's gone, she takes the opportunity to take an big, undignified bite out of an oversized slice. ]

Do you sing, at all? Perhaps training in a falsetto could help somewhat.

[ He catches that bite, but doesn't see it as anything to comment on. Placing the peeled eggs and some pepper before her, he takes a seat, once more. ]

[ Covering her mouth with reddened cheeks, there silence feels so much longer than it actually is, as she struggles to chew that bite and swallow it down.

Seeing that he's noted how hungry she is, it's a tad embarrassing, but also, quite sweet... her eyes meet his with gratitude. ]

Thank you... [ She finally manages, voice small. She shyly reaches for an egg to pull back to her plate. ]

I suppose I do. A-a bit.

[ He watches all her movements. Quiet, shy. He can at least say she demeanour of a lady down. Still... ]

Honestly, you don"t need to act so timid around me.

[ The comment earns a curious glance, brows furrowed. ]

I-- don't mean to be. [ she briefly folds her hands around one another. ] You've been nothing but good to me, and I do take that to heart... I just...

[ He looks at her expectantly. ]

Just what?

[ Frustrated at herself, her shoulders rise and fall with a quiet huff. ]

I-I'm nervous around people, in general, I suppose.

[ What she won't mention is her deep-rooted trust issues, and that William also happens to be a very strong man that she barely knows. ]

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[ He hums in understanding. ]

I wouldn't say I get nervous around others, but I certainly wouldn't claim to be the best with social interaction. So I suppose I can understand that much.

[ Earlier, William seemed to be unaware of his demeanor while speaking, which leads her to believe that he only knows this to be fact based on the uncomfortable reactions of others. It's a bit endearing. Paired with his understanding, she manages a small smile. ]

Once we become more comfortable, you know... it will be easier, I'm sure.

So you are honestly willing to stay here with me?

[ It may be hard to detect, but there's hope in his voice that she really is looking to. ]

[ That smile turns lopsided. ]

Why else would I allow you to bring me back to this place?

You're mind was so set earlier, I don't want either of us to return to those thoughts.

[ A frown comes to his brow, as he thinks of something. ]

Perhaps I'm nervous, opening up to someone again.

[ Grell's face softens, head tilting just so. ]

You already have. I wouldn't be here, otherwise.

Hm.

[ It's a hum of understanding and agreement. ]

No abandonment and no deception.

[ Clearly more at ease, Grell's gaze absently falls to her hands. There's a long moment in which she must fight the urge to deny herself, but at last, she manages to unfold her hands and extend one to William. Just gently set across the tabletop, palm open for him to take. ]

No abandonment. No deception.

[ And he does take it, shaking lightly as a seal on their promises. ]

I also want you to tell me if anyone mistreats you.

[ Grell's a bit confused for a split moment, as that wasn't what she intended her hand for-- but with a snicker, she curls her hand about his to match the gesture. ]

Really? But, what for? What would you do?