A small smile curved her lips upwards as she listened to his words about Doctor Choake; even in the few days she had been living in Cornwall, she knew that Captain Poldark did not see eye to eye to a great many individuals. Doctor Choake, was seemingly one of them. Yet when he mentioned that she seemed more than qualified for the title, her smile turned more shy.
“Thank you…yet I fear you are one of only few that believe so,” she acknowledged, before an eyebrow raised in a slight challenge of his next words. “Is that so? May I ask, what other things?” she questioned, rather intrigued as to what he was thinking.
A faint laugh escaped her at the Captain’s words regarding rumours, and she nodded in agreement. Certainly, it seemed that the vast majority of Cornish inhabitants were convinced that she was a murderess, which - to anyone who knew the violence-hating woman - was entirely ridiculous. “I am not quite accustomed to receiving such attention,” she admitted, with a wry smile. “Perhaps it will alleviate somewhat over time.”
Surprise flitted over her features at Captain Poldark’s request, and she placed some of her vials back into the basket to allow him space to join her. “Of course. I believe I have done all I can for them, today.”
In the wake of a momentary shyness that brushed across her lips, his smile curved enough to crease his eyes, AMIABLE and visibly delighting in both her company and the reaction his words brought. He granted a mere huff of a laugh in the moments following, chin dipping for but a beat so that curls further framed his face--hid his GRIN. With a shake of his head, the dark of his eyes found hers again, amused and alight with an inkling of MISCHIEF.
“Truthfully, Miss Oakley, I’ve talked to you for hardly a moment and you are an immensely greater ENJOYMENT than our good Doctor Choake could ever endeavor to be,” he answered, and his own brow lifted in a short jerk to mirror hers. Ross nodded his gratitude at her deliberate removal of the vials, taking the chance to slide into his seat beside her. “Perhaps you’ve yet the hope for DECENT rumors, should they even exist, given your far more AGREEABLE demeanor.”
Of course, the majority of gossip swelling through the mass had doubtlessly began by the tongues of the PRIVILEGED who turned up their noses at anything beyond the ordinary. At the very least, those receiving her aid without a scowl were nothing but APPRECIATIVE.
“I wouldn’t worry yourself too strenuously, regardless. You’re well-perceived by those who MATTER; I’m not so UNAWARE of that.”
