Oh, there she was. Her tone was softer - much more like the Maeve he'd seen over the past few days. He visibly relaxed, but her words were not ones of reassurance. Were they... pity? Impossible! Maeve would never pity him!

"Nonsense. You're just confused, Maeve. We should return to the house. You'll be right as rain soon enough, you'll see," He stood with the assistance of his cane and then offered a hand out to her to help her up. Her mood was difficult to gauge. Would she allow him to assist her? His original relief that she was no longer angry with him had subsided. Had she fallen out of love with him? Had she decided she did not like him any longer? Was she going to break his heart and blame her actions on being drugged all along?! Tears of humiliation and heartache welled in his eyes.