Emmett had already pulled up a chair and set it a respectable-but-still-within-catching-distance from Miss Adebayo before she could absolve him of any further responsibility. "Nonsense, unless you would like me to fetch your chaperone?" He would be nervous to leave her if she was feeling dizzy. He would feel terribly guilty if she were to swoon and he'd run off trying to play white night. Perhaps once he was sure she would not fall from her chair, he could figure out the next step.

"Some small sips of your drink may help." Something with some flavor to help restore her fervor. Emmett remembered his quidditch days with too much practice and not enough food or drinks. Or a night of too much booze and the day after. The sugar typically helped. "I'm sure it'll pass in a few moments, I don't mind waiting, just to be sure." Emmett was nothing if not a gentleman and he would hate to leave a lady in distress. .