[Elizabeth watched her before she had turned to even look the Queen's way, her gaze soft, concerned but no less calculating. A woman who carried a shield and dressed in some odd sort of uniform... And pants.
They shouldn't be here- that was hardly surprising. How often did you wake in a strange place to find that it's exactly where you belonged? Still, it was nice to have the confirmation. She did not smile- how could she when she was torn away from her son and her family?]
Elizabeth... I am not hurt, thank you. [She pauses a moment.] The crest on your shield, I'm afraid I'm not familiar with it. [Nor the strange clothing, for that matter. But first thing first: ensure she does not fight for an enemy army.]
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They shouldn't be here- that was hardly surprising. How often did you wake in a strange place to find that it's exactly where you belonged? Still, it was nice to have the confirmation. She did not smile- how could she when she was torn away from her son and her family?]
Elizabeth... I am not hurt, thank you. [She pauses a moment.] The crest on your shield, I'm afraid I'm not familiar with it. [Nor the strange clothing, for that matter. But first thing first: ensure she does not fight for an enemy army.]