Eugh. [ He shudders, cheerfully, self-pity already forgotten (until next time). ] I would not be surprised.

So... she is startled by his greyish brownish greenish eyes, and while she is being startled, he is caught by her face—soft and delicate in a way he has not often seen, but with a little bit of wild still in her eyes. But as the second tick by and his awareness broadens to include her Orlesian dress and Orlesian hair, his heart hardens into ice. As hearts do. And she slowly remembers her kind guardians, unaware that she is harboring in their barn a man who would certainly kill them and make a hat out of their skin. And—

And I will not tell you the entire story. You will have to learn to read.