Katrina followed Ichabod to the bed and sat down next to him. She had noticed that nobody seemed to look at them oddly for being so close together. Maybe in the future the rules about conduct between men and women was not as strict as in their own time.
She smiled shyly with a small blush at his compliment. "That is so sweet of you, my handsome love." She knew she was not ugly, but nobody ever made her feel as beautiful as Ichabod did.
Katrina looked at Ichabod and squeezed his hand. "This is nice, isn't it?" She looked at her feet and smiled, it would be nice to dance barefoot on the grass.