[Elizabeth admires women of beauty and poise so much that it's nothing less than a relief when Aramat speaks to soothe her. Lizzie lets out a long, slow breath, sinking a bit, seeming to lose some tension. Her hands stop clasping quite so tightly.] Thank you, [she says softly, honestly touched. Then she brightens, and her hands fall to clutch at the sides of her skirts, a delicate gesture.]

Um, um, Miss! You're very kind, so— Is there any prize here you really like? I think I could win it for you, too!