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        She half expects it to be the Mother Abbess that comes into her room, likely to berate her for still being awake at such a late hour, and is alarmed, instead to see that it is the strange fellow from before. Angelica feels exposed in her cotton nightgown. She has never been in the company of a man alone before and she finds herself hastily reaching for the robe draped over the end of her bed and pulling it on, retaining some form of modesty. 

       ”You—- should not be in here!” She whispers, completely ignoring his question; her accent strong and her English poor. She stands and pads across the floor on silent feet, hands outstretched as if to push him from the room. It would be the smart thing to do — the right thing to do. The sisters would have an absolute fit if they knew he was skulking about the girls’ rooms. 

        Angelica stops short of touching him though. It is almost as if she is afraid to, and her hands hesitate before she finally folds them over herself instead. She is hesitant to make him leave; her intentions are entirely pure. She would love to have this chance to talk; hear his stories, even if she does not yet realise that talking is not what he has come to her room for at all. She peers up at him, almost expectantly; eyes wide and innocent. She is not a woman yet. Just a girl, really, at seventeen years old and terribly, frighteningly naive of this man’s intentions.

Interesting. She started to look like she wanted him out, but she stopped just short of following through. He understood her English, but to what extent she could speak it remained to be seen. The eyes looking up at him had as much innocence as a child just coming into the world. There was no mistaking the curiosity that was hidden beneath the veil of innocence in her eyes. Curious thing, curiosity was.

His own hand got raised to mirror hers, but he did not yet touch her. See if she could be enticed to come closer on her own accord.

“Perhaps not, but where’s the fun in that? Imagine if everyone did what they were told without question, then none of us would be free.”

Such a loaded word; free. How free was she really? Sure she had the ability to walk around where she wanted during daylight hours, but the fact that she posed such an interest in a man she didn’t even know the name to, this was more than a simple nun-to-be in front of him. Let’s just hope that her English is good enough since his Spanish can’t entirely be enough.

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