[Admittedly when he moved to join her, Eirika did tense. Just slightly. Not in any way that it was obvious or noticeable, but it was certainly there. It was ever consistently a war between royal propriety and being a simple woman. Or not so simple, but rather than a woman's duty was more likely to her heart, not to her metaphorical crown.

So having him in her space, having him act so familiar with her of his own accord... Was that what it really meant to have a suitor?

The feeling intensified when he took her brush into hand and for many moments, she thought about reminding him that such a thing was beneath him. He wasn't a maid of sorts and he wasn't one of her attendants. But she got the impression that his desire to do so was one that would allow him to be closer to her. Perhaps he wanted that. Consequently, she didn't stop him, but her posture did straighten a bit and when her hands laced together, it seemed almost second habit.

She'd probably sat like that several times in the past. What made it different was having it be Connor as opposed to anyone else.]

If it isn't too forward of me, I think you are very charming when you are flustered. [An easier admittance than most.] As you are when you are modest. I had nearly forgotten what this was like, to feel the way I do. Nerves, anxiety, joy. Surreal or not, being so stirred by you reminds me that I am most certainly alive. I have met many princes and many kind men, but none who make me feel as you do. Yet if someone were to ask me when I began to feel this way for you, I could not answer.

[Eirika shook her head, as if she even tried to come up with an explanation for it.]