[The wariness comes, entirely, from Elizabeth's realization that Rosalind seems to deal less in feelings and emotions and more in what was strictly practical and logical. There wasn't anything logical about Elizabeth feeling a need for companionship. She could, reasonably, live alone and not starve. She could, reasonably, not be involved with anyone and function.]

[Her wariness comes entirely from the fear that Rosalind will deem her more emotionally-based needs as unnecessary. And Elizabeth has never been able to fault Rosalind for her common-sense wisdom. But she had walked so far with Gai, looking back on the path and wondering if she hadn't made a proper decision somewhere down the line is a harrowing prospect.]

Yes, the intention is valid. And his intentions have always been very gentlemanly within this, ah, framework. [In a very, very general sense. The only way Elizabeth can say that with any conviction is by assuring herself that a gentleman did not take advantage of ladies, and was conscientious and polite and caring during any part of the courtship. Gai had been all of those things to her at every moment. ...even those moments she would never, ever speak of in front of Robert, Rosalind, or Booker.]

And he does better me. We're separated by over one hundred years of history, but our life-defining experiences are so similar it's a little scary. I haven't felt as... inhuman, since I started spending time with him.