Emeric approached Alina, who was still standing in the corner of the ballroom. She was watching the dance, but her eyes were distant, as if her mind was somewhere else while her body stayed behind.
"Alina."
She turned. Emeric looked like he had been standing there for a while, mustering up the courage to approach her.
"I want to apologize," he said. "I gave you the wrong information. I should have been more careful. I was so focused on helping you that I didn't double-check and…"
"It's okay," she replied, smiling faintly. "You were just trying to help me."
"But that doesn't make it right. Because of me Lord Asherton…" he couldn't finish.
"It's alright. It's done."
"You…"
"Can you do me a favour?" She asked.
"Just say it."
"I'm tired. I can't breathe in here," she said. "I need to go outside."
He glanced towards the windows.
"But it's raining outside."
"I don't care."
"Then let me come with you."
