Another small breath escaped the curly-haired brunette as the lady sat up and responded. Anthony was pleased she was alright. She seemed to be coming into her normal color now and her demeanor, though still soft, was livening a bit. He appreciated her smile and returned it with one of his own. The thought of responding with ‘you look a bit better’ seemed rude however, so he remained silent.
As she took a few sips of her water, he straightened from the crouched position at her side. It seemed awfully intimate to be in such close proximity as she gathered her wits. He wouldn’t like someone hovering over him if the circumstances were reversed, certainly. So Anthony picked up his mask from where he had lain it on the chaise beside her and tied the strands elegantly together. He chuckled at the lady’s next comment, pleased to see she was not so mortified as to run for cover from him. “Of course,” the man said again. He extended a hand then towards her to assist her in standing; one could never be too careful. She was likely to be wobbly after such an ordeal.
Anthony cleared his throat a little awkwardly then.
“I apologize if I seem less than apt by stating as much, but I never did catch your name Miss?” He trailed off, gently. The embarrassment at having to ask the lady for an introduction swirled in his gut and nearly enough to tinge the pale man’s cheeks red. He couldn’t well go off and meet the poor girl’s mother without a hint of identity however! That would be even more embarrassing, and rude. They hadn’t been properly introduced anyhow so perhaps she might not think him so terribly odd.
As she took a few sips of her water, he straightened from the crouched position at her side. It seemed awfully intimate to be in such close proximity as she gathered her wits. He wouldn’t like someone hovering over him if the circumstances were reversed, certainly. So Anthony picked up his mask from where he had lain it on the chaise beside her and tied the strands elegantly together. He chuckled at the lady’s next comment, pleased to see she was not so mortified as to run for cover from him. “Of course,” the man said again. He extended a hand then towards her to assist her in standing; one could never be too careful. She was likely to be wobbly after such an ordeal.
Anthony cleared his throat a little awkwardly then.
“I apologize if I seem less than apt by stating as much, but I never did catch your name Miss?” He trailed off, gently. The embarrassment at having to ask the lady for an introduction swirled in his gut and nearly enough to tinge the pale man’s cheeks red. He couldn’t well go off and meet the poor girl’s mother without a hint of identity however! That would be even more embarrassing, and rude. They hadn’t been properly introduced anyhow so perhaps she might not think him so terribly odd.