[It's a bit more than just praise, really.

But he's welcome to discover that in his own time.]

I can't really imagine a common thread between us. I was just... so utterly relieved back at the beginning, that somebody heard me calling out and decided to take my hand at all.

[Her eyes drift close for a moment, her voice even quieter than usual. When she looks up again, her eyes are large and dark—dark like soul-deep bruises, swelling with nostalgia.]

But, in retrospect it's really easy to see how you and Sir Blackmore ended up paired off. So maybe you have a point.