Javotte was startled by the touch. She couldn't help the slight flinch at it. It was startling. Yet compassionate. After her [i]ordeal[/i] she knew patronizing or actions done just for show. How could she not? So it wasn't the touch itself that made her jump. It was the truth, and sincerity. Belle hadn't seen, not had anything to do with her sister. If Javotte had anymore doubts, the honesty and sadness in the woman's voice would have dispelled them. 

"[color=7bcdc8]Thank you.[/color]" Javotte said quietly. And she remained quiet until Belle spoke to her again. She had no real way of knowing how much was left uneaten upon her plate. Nor did she know how to react to the question. After so many years of other people largely making the decisions for her left her speechless. Still, they were waiting for an answer.

"[color=7bcdc8]Yes Madam.[/color]" Javotte said finally. "[color=7bcdc8]Thank you.[/color]"

Javotte lifted the napkin out of her lap and placed it upon the table. "[color=7bcdc8]I am truly thankful for your hospitality, but I must be going. You said there was a village nearby that I might try?[/color]"