The young woman slowly came to and Anthony turned to refocus all of his attention on her. He wished he had… a fan, or something! She must be so terribly warm under all those layers and with that masque on. Feeling useless as his hands sort of hovered nearby, not doing anything helpful, Anthony’s brow creased. He decided ultimately to tug off his own masque so as to not frighten the poor woman from what must feel like a small nightmare. (How dreadful it would be to wake up with a dark black face just glowering down at one!)
The young woman became a touch frantic then, understandably so, and in her apologies he could hear the faintest lilt of embarrassment. Anthony offered her what he hoped was a warm, reassuring smile. “There is no need to apologize,” he replied, his soft tenor of a voice low. “Can I fetch you anything? Perhaps a glass of water?” Anthony wasn’t sure what one did with a swooning woman when she recovered. Rest was likely the best for her, or a nice warm cup of tea. As this was not his house however, he had no real authority to command the house elves or staff any more than he already had.
The young woman became a touch frantic then, understandably so, and in her apologies he could hear the faintest lilt of embarrassment. Anthony offered her what he hoped was a warm, reassuring smile. “There is no need to apologize,” he replied, his soft tenor of a voice low. “Can I fetch you anything? Perhaps a glass of water?” Anthony wasn’t sure what one did with a swooning woman when she recovered. Rest was likely the best for her, or a nice warm cup of tea. As this was not his house however, he had no real authority to command the house elves or staff any more than he already had.