Elizabeth was amazed really, that you could be so pale and still be warm, and her fingers ran up across her cheek bone.

"Seldom do. I didn't ask for red hair, but I am thankful for it. It means I truly was my father's child, not a bastard whore's child like everybody said I was. No one could refute it. It's obvious whose babe I was."

Her hands kept moving, to Raven's forehead and the little stone there. "How curious, you look like one of those women from India I saw once. But I think their's are just paint..." Curious still, she just lightly brushed her fingers over it.