Jin Yoon snaps her eyes up to meet Elizabeth's, her mouth parted in a tiny O of surprise as her hands go up to her collar bone and curl there.
She has not had friends in a very long time, and it is an improbably thing- Elizabeth is older and wiser and worldly and widowed and she is only Jin Yoon, little peasant daughter of no one-
She is Jin Yoon, the two-spirited finder of ways, she reminds herself, and closes her mouth. She must always offer herself respect, because she carries something precious and holy with her. A slow, tentative smile blossoms on her face.
"Yes, it would be...it would be lovely." She agrees shyly. "And yes. Hope is very valuable."