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Jordun was correct in his assumption that his words were not particularly comforting. There was no way of knowing if there was something wrong with her bond. Conversely, she could at least take heart in the knowledge that there was not anything immediately and obviously wrong, per say. There again, the not knowing might have been worse than knowing for certain. At least if she knew, that would be that. As it stood, she could only be plagued by uncertainty.

Yet here he was telling her that she should embrace this already overpowering sensation. How could she hope to do that? It was already terrifying. What if it got worse instead of better? Eliza knew that she was not particularly brave. Indeed, she was rather timid. How could she hope to face this thing head on?

All her life, she had dreamed of an all-consuming love, one to weather all trials, yet now that she had found one, it was nothing like what she had imagined. Where she had hoped to find a man as the other half of her soul, she had instead found a Guardian deer demanding her unwavering devotion. She did not know whether to laugh of cry. Either would doubtless lead to hysterics.

"How can I?" she wondered. "I am not brave. I cannot imagine why he chose me. I am meant to marry and live a quiet, uneventful life." There was no room for such a frightfully passionate Guardian in her world.

Eliza stared at him with wide doe eyes and wondered if what he said could be true. Was he meant to make her more than what she was? In the spirit of honesty, she could not deny that she had wished more than once that she possessed even half the courage or grace or boldness that any of her sisters could boast. She had dreamed that she had the wherewithal to stand up to her father or deny her sisters or look strangers fearlessly in the eye when they thought to speak of her. Yet she could not imagine how the presence of another being in her life - even a Guardian spirit - could stir such change in her. It seemed wholly unlikely.

Still, those words gave her enough strength, at least, to pull the totem from her pocket and set it on the table. He truly was a handsome creature, if nothing else. Of course, the troublemakers often were. Judging by his looks alone, he would be a handful; and that was not even accounting for the well of emotion that he seemed incapable of stoppering. Jordun said that he was meant to take care of her, yet...

"I rather suspect it will be the other way around." Dardanos was one thing, but she had seen a young Guardian, as well. He had certainly needed quite a bit of training up.

Despite all odds, this conversation had helped to lessen at least some of her fears, though it could hardly erase them. How much more difficult could it be to raise a Guardian as opposed to any other animal? Well, if Eliza thought that it was much the same, she would be fooling herself, and well she knew it. But perhaps some of the basic principles were the same. Really, she knew herself capable of rearing a young thing. It was just the wealth of emotion and sensation battering against her own, much more subdued, sensibilities that had her reeling. But perhaps the sensation would not be so strong once he was properly born. Only time would tell, she supposed.

"He is at that," she agreed, though the way she said it, one could not say that his elegant appearance was necessarily a good thing. Still, she offered Idriss a little smile for the doe's curiosity.

Close friends? Eliza was not certain that she had anything resembling a friend at all, let alone a close friend, particularly one with a Guardian. But perhaps Miss Rhoswyn would oblige. She had been eager enough to speak of things concerning Guardians the last time they had seen each other. "Yes," she agreed quietly. "I may try that."