Her namesake is most certainly correct. "That it does," She agrees, taking in a deep breath as the importance of that statement settles upon her shoulders. Once, she had had a vision of their line ending with a red-haired girl, much as she herself was. But it had been wrong. The desperation to believe that as well as to have some semblance of family in this strange place sees her taking every word to heart. Some, she might mistrust, but not this woman.

Elizabeth steps forward, and looks into her eyes for a long moment. They are the same hue as her own, as her mother's and sisters' had been. A tentative, almost shy little smile forms upon her face when she realizes that she can see herself after a fashion in this woman's face.

"All the worry and desperation over the boys, and my Lady Mother had it all wrong." To that, she looks quite pleased, indeed.