"Then, perhaps you would walk me home, and come in for a drink? To toast in Christmas morning, together." Her family rarely went to bed before one on nights like this, or during the season, and whilst her schedule has changed a great deal here in Darrow, sometimes she clung to the old ways. Even if inviting Henri back to her rooms at such an hour would in no way be considered proper, and as such she finds her stomach dancing with unexpected nerves. "I could give you your gift."