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Emmaline clasped her hands together in fascination when Aaron admitted to his birthplace. Paris, France. It was a city that Emma would do anything to visit, her mind already carrying her away to what memories the lord could off to her. She smiled to him brightly, the words in French blank to her ear but tender to her heart.

Unlike before, Emma did not flinch has he took her hand and kissed it. She blushed softly, a warm and shy smile presenting on her face. "I will hold you to those memories, Sir Aaron. And I would like to see you again soon, talk with you is much better than the illiterate chatter of the townsfolk." She smiled, her breaths soft and even while speaking with him. She hoped that he would remain true to his word and return, she desperately wanted to see him again. Before turning to leave, Emma paused in hesitation as she glanced at his platter of untouched food. "Was the meal not up to your taste? You've only had a few sips of wine and are already planning to leave," she inquired with interest, hoping that she did not fail in pleasing the man.