The pained looked on his face and the words to accompany his obvious worries only added to the pain Felicity was already feeling. She wasn't even phased by his coarse language. She was more worried about how he was more than clearly beating himself up f or what had happened that night. Which, truthfully, hadn't been that much but she knew he was a noble sort.

She quickly moved around to the other side of the counter where he was at and placed a hand on his arm, trying to do anything she could to help him to calm down.

"Quin, please," she said softly, blue eyes pleading up at him as she felt her lip quiver, "Don't. It isn't your fault. You didn't know. I didn't even know." She couldn't stand to see him blaming himself in such a way. Of course, she didn't know what was going on in his mind or what had gone on in his mind but despite it all, she had enjoyed herself that night. And, if she was being honest with herself, she was certain it would have happened sooner or later and she wouldn't have minded then in the slightest either.

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