She stiffened a little when his fingers twined with hers, more in surprise than anything. Viktre had never held her hand... All he had done was roll in the sheets in an eager fashion. She fought the urge to pull her hand away, but she liked it too. She just was not sure what to feel at the moment. "Thank you," she said after relaxing herself, unable to look him in the eye at the moment. And then she squeezed both her eyes shut and her lips, a tiny squeak emerging before she pressed her fist to her mouth and turned her head.

After urging herself to calm down, she said, "If we are to do this, I suppose you had better know who you are about to... do this with. My name is Philippa, but I am called Pippa for short. How do you do?" And then she looked at him with a calm expression despite the slight bit of moisture that had forced it's way out and now clung to her bottom lash, suspended there for a long moment before it was freed by the blinking of her eyes.