Joanna laughed lightly at the clever comment about gardeners being particularly touched by the divine. Even if she sometimes struggled to really connect with God, she certainly did feel she could understand and appreciate his creations. Perhaps she was closer to him than she realised when she was wrist deep in muck!
She was not quite so certain as Alexandra that there would be stories at their next meeting, but she was determined to do her best, nonetheless. It would be a pleasure to learn more about the fascinating and tenacious lady, but asking questions constantly was much too one-sided. She would simply have to cobble together some tales to swap somehow…
The blind girl, who could not imagine a more nurturing mother than the kind woman across from her, beamed at the mention of the pregnancy. It was always a pleasure to see good women blessed with offspring. She didn't stop to wonder why Alexandra was at court; she tended to assume, often foolishly, that others knew what was right and proper.
"Oh, congratulations!" she said earnestly. Now she saw why travelling in a carriage was particularly important. "My best hopes for your health and the child's. I wonder if he or she will inherit your fondness for plants," she mused with a bright smile.
Pleased that Alexandra seemed pleased, Joanna opened her mouth to speak, but left it hanging in surprise as the lady kissed her cheek. The gesture was one her mother and sisters often performed and somehow it made her at once miss her home and feel like she had found a new one. Since the woman was close, it was easy enough to grip her arm and squeeze gently, but firmly. She smiled warmly, hoping that the lady would be able to see by her expression just how much the affectionate action had meant to her.
"It was truly an honour to speak with a lady of your spirit and accomplishments," she said, smiling warmly. "My sincere thanks for the carriage, my dear Lady Neuville. I wish you the best of evenings."
Then Deedee was with her once more, asking her how she was and if she required anything, though Joanna did not hear her. She was momentarily lost in a cloud of happiness and quite unable to place her feet back on solid ground for the nonce. There was so much to consider and to aspire to, so many names to remember, so many plans to look forward to! Oh, curse not being able to write! How much she ached to compose a message to the lady to properly show her gratitude! She would simply have to hope that the kindly constable would find a suitable scribe for her soon.
Eventually, Joanna realised that the carriage was moving and made her apologies to Deedee, explaining the conversation in brief and referencing the names that had come up in case the plump servant happened to hear anyone talking about Lady Oakham or Captain Bennet and where they might be found. She said nothing of the pregnancy nor anything about the personal aspects of the discussion, keeping all of that safely in her heart.OOC: Ready for close! Thanks for the lovely conversation!