Brows furrowed, Torie sighed softly. Maybe Basil had it right. Perhaps Mr. Alderton was just preoccupied with something else. Torie didn't want to be a distraction if that was the case. Maybe she had misunderstood the situation in its entirety. Despite fainting on him, they had seemed to get along well enough. Maybe that was just how he was with everyone? Basil had said he was the most affable. Maybe there wasn't anything special about her at all.

Taking a few pensive bites of her toast, Torie tried to rationalize her disappointment, but found it almost overwhelming. She had almost lost her appetite altogether and so went back to sipping her cider. "I'm sure I shall figure it out." She said absentmindedly, looking out the window at the misty morning beyond the glass. Maybe she could simply retire to her room, feign a headache and avoid the rest of the day for as long as she could. It would be odd, certainly, but she had expressed such an interest in coming, hopefully her mother would assume she was being truthful and not investigate too much.

Perhaps now was as good of a time as any to excuse herself. "I am feeling unwell, I think I should go lie down. I will see you later." She passed Basil a faraway smile as she stood, one hand grazing his shoulder as she made her way past.