Merope frowned when he pulled them away, she was curious and was hoping to touch them. A sigh passed through her lips, fixating on his face but she followed him like a lost kitten, letting him lead a little even though she knew where they were going. Merope was a small thing, no more than five foot, a lithe frame and she seemed much younger than her voice declared,"...I'm eighteen.." She pulled her arms around herself.
That's when she noticed his arms,"You are so big, Mister Wolf-ervine." Yes, she said it wrong on accident, unsure if she was saying it right as it sounded strangely with her british accent.