Deidre watched curiously as Nathaniel's gaze drifted over to the group of girls, and she was somewhat surprised to see him sigh in irritation. It wasn't as if she had expected him to be happy to see the mindless noblewomen - she was used to seeing Walden's reaction towards them. But while Walden replied with genuine boredom and indifference, it was almost refreshing to see Nathaniel's real emotions as he took on the situation. Being so used to spending time with her brother, a man that displayed only the littlest slivers of sentiments rarely, Deidre almost felt intrigued by this new concept. She enjoyed seeing his irritation, more because it was an emotion in itself. In a way, it was as if she was craving emotional contact. That thought was shot down the moment it conjured in her mind, as Deidre knew that this man was not one that she wanted to have an emotional connection with. He was distant, mysterious, and most importantly, simply uninterested in her very being.
He spoke about his life as if he thought the same about himself - as though he could never expect a woman to put up with his travels, or with himself, even. They obviously did share in common a few things, as she realized after a moment. Rather than coming up with a suggestion to mend his supposed problem, she stayed silent, knowing that he probably wouldn't appreciate her prying. It really wouldn't be appropriate for a woman like her - a woman who scarcely knew Nathaniel - to be trying to influence his opinion on love. After all, who was she to have an opinion, either? It was something she had no experience with whatsoever.
When he suddenly asked her if he could walk her home, she couldn't shield all of the surprise from her features. He seemed so awkward as he spoke, as if he had never asked a girl this. Rather than that being amusing however, Deidre felt slightly touched that he would want to spend a little more time with her. That was, until she reminded herself once more that he was probably just being polite. "My brother seems to have vanished once more, even if today's-" She cut herself off before she could say it, as mentioning that it was her birthday might make Nathaniel think her immature. Why was she even considering that in the first place, though? The thought momentarily stumped her, and she quickly covered up her slip by smiling slightly. "I mean, I can't say I'm surprised; Walden usually has a lot to do... He probably just forgot that we came here together." She sounded confident as she said this, and after a moment she simply accepted his offer, gently reaching out to put her arm on his, ignoring how her heartrate seemed to speed up upon the contact. Not because she distinctly liked this boy, but more because of the contact in itself - Deidre had never really touched any boy in this way other than her brother, and perhaps a few men at dances. But never before had anyone gone out of their way to try to spend time with her. For a moment, the woman allowed herself to hope that perhaps that was what this was - that perhaps Nathaniel was being more than polite. Her dream was cut short rather abruptly however, when she turned her head to look in the direction of the girls. They were glaring at her with such a fiery hatred, that Deidre hesitated slightly, seeming to retreat into an uncomfortable silence. Hopefully Nathaniel wouldn't notice.
As they silently made their way down the street, it was becoming increasingly difficult for Deidre to contain her excitement. She frequently found herself glancing over his way, and for the first time in years, the smile on her face didn't seem so forced. It was clear that she was glad to have found someone to share a conversation with - someone, even if that someone was Nathaniel, a man she barely knew.
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Walden found himself watching her very carefully, finding himself very consciously noticing the way she bent over, the way she cast glares in his direction. She seemed so vulnerable, but it was quite clear that there was still a fight in her yet. He knew how to pick his battles, having grown up the son of such a successful soldier of the King. Perhaps any other man in this position would see this woman and think that this was an easy conquest, but in a certain sense, Walden felt as though this might be the hardest conversation - or situation he had ever found himself in. He had no experience with women, and hardly any experience with people in general. Everyone he knew was used to listening to his orders, to look up to him because of who he was and what he believed in.
When she posed the question, asking if he planned to out her secret, Walden was indeed tempted. But what exactly would he gain by ruining a noblewoman's life - creating her into a woman that no respectable man would ever want to wed? He thought himself higher up than that, and honestly did agree slightly with what she thought. While he wasn't about to admit it to her, he too had been hiding a secret for years now. A secret that only a handful of the town knew.
"No," he said simply, his voice monotonic as he took a step forward, abruptly sitting down in front of her, taking care to keep a few feet in between them. It wasn't unlike him to act so abruptly, as Walden was known for being an awkward man. "No, I'm not going to tell anyone about your... cross-dressing antics," he muttered, as if the concept was one that made him uncomfortable. "But I can't really see why you would be interested in pretending to be a man, even if you think your reasons are valid. If you wanted to help out those children, you could have done so as a woman. Paying for the bread rather than stealing." He paused for a moment, leaning back on his palms. It was very aware for him to see that she was in obvious pain, but he seemed perfectly happy to just sit a few feet back, watching as she was powerless to escape his lecture. It was almost a good situation to be in.
There was a long silence after that, where he simply stared at her openly. In a way, he seemed to be considering what to do with the girl. But rather trying to hide it, Walden saw no reason to pretend that he was not interested in the girl's reaction. Why bother pretending, and trying to hide the fact that he wanted to look? In his mind, this was a correct defense, even if she might see it as a violation to her privacy. Finally, as if in awe, he suddenly declared; "I've honestly never seen anything like you before, Catherina Devol." After a moment, he laughed unexpectedly, even if the situation had no humor. But to him, it did.