"You're forgiven, at least I know what purpose you serve now, as you said. You do yourself credit." The edge was out of her words though, now that she was sure she wasn't under attack.

Marking her page and closing her book, she didn't look up straight away. Not noticing the other woman playing with her hair, it wasn't her hair after all. "You're not the first to say so." When she did look up however, she did her best not to gape.

Her very best.

But it was a little hard not to. Where were her clothes. Those were hardly even under garments. It took a moment to find the words to introduce herself back. Swallowing down, and using the excuse of nodding her head to look away, her face burning a little in embarrassment. "Elizabeth Tudor, Queen of England, Ireland and France."