Anastasia kept looking at them as they continued to look out the window. Samsul kept quiet, drawing to attention toward them and she assumed for a reason. She glanced up at him and bit her lip before she looked back at them. As they stood there in silence, the false courage that Anastasia had inflated herself with to meet his parents, slowly started to slip away. She held his hand tighter and moved closer to him again. At this point, she didn't care if they thought her strong or not, she was nervous and Samsul always seemed to help calm her down. Besides, she was a young woman who was thrown into the life of a Royal six months ago who was now running a country on her own... Surely it didn't get much stronger than that... Well, metaphorically. She still wouldn't be able to take on... well anyone in a fight. But it wasn't her fault that she didn't enjoy conflict. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest as she continued to wait for the Lost Elves to acknowledge them. She looked up at Samsul again, hoping that the worry was present on her face.